Me & Mom

Every weekend mom made big meals because her beloved daughter would come home for weekend. But on week days, she only had simple, even humble meals because she "didn't feel like cooking" if just for herself.

One of her fingers got swollen last week and she didn't manage to tell me if I hadn't noticed. She'd had already seen a doctor and "it's no biggie, just rheumatoid arthritis." I knew, it was a age thing. She slipped out the fact that maybe later her other fingers would also have the same symptom.

Looking at her gnarled rough hands, I couldn't help shedding tears. I don't want to admit but mom is becoming less vigorous. I can also tell that she's going through her menopause as she constantly gets hot flashes and sweats more often.

At that moment, I got the feeling that things like moving out, leaving this city or studying abroad are all crap. I just want to stay with mom and people I love. That's all I need and care now.

She

She peels apples for me although I keep complaining that I hate apples.

She harps on about the importance of diet while refilling my bowl.

She wakes up late at night to see whether I kick my quilt away.

She barely cooks herself a decent meal unless I come home for the weekend.

She keeps my bedroom organized and clean no matter whether I'm going to be home.

She wants me to just try my best instead of pushing me to be No.1.

She knows that I'm grown-up but deep down still sees me as a kid.

She tells everyone that she's lucky to have me as a daughter.

She teaches me how to be a good decent woman and a great mother.

She is my mom, the most beautiful woman in the world.