lips of an angel

Monday has never been a favorite day on my list. Not even when I was reciting the 7 days in a week I think. Even the cats or dogs in the neighbourhood can tell. Most colleagues can testify to this not so pleasant side of me when the Monday blues monster rears her ugly head. I wish I’d never have to get married on a Monday, a divorce on Monday…hmm, maybe.

Days had been long and yet each week flies by so quickly, yet I have actually forsaken quite a few friends who have missed me since my birthday this year. I text a few of them and pin drop silence was all I heard. What goes on the well of friendship as a result of my negligence I wonder. Due to a bad back, I have missed out on gatherings organized by workmates. That is very reckless I must admit. Often it’s easy for the guest to perform a no-show stunt whereas the host would be running around to ensure the event runs smoothly.

Mother was commenting that despite the intermittent rain each day, our neighourbood was still subjected to water ration. That was yesterday night. Before I went to bed, I had gone to the kitchen and turned the tap on but there was not even a drop of water, the elixir of life.

Tough luck. At the back of my mind, I thought mother should be able to get a rest day tomorrow then, a day off work due to the water ration. Mother’s business is primarily water dependant.

Only a mother would have so much love for her children. It brings tears to my eyes as I get to this part of my entry today. Due to water ration, it was much easier not to be cooking in the morning because we’re not sure when the water supply would resume. So mother had to break her religious routines of packing my lunch for work today. Still, that didn’t break her routine. While I was still rolling in bed, mother had already went out to the nearby dimsum restaurant to buy food for me to bring to work to replace her home cooked meals.

The ingrate in me was about to flare, whining about not liking pao for lunch etc…but I took a step back and looked at this mid 50-s woman I call “mother”, packing my lunch bag so diligently and explaining to me the contents of my meal of the lunch she had packed in her loving tone, hardly ran out of patience for her mid 20-s daughter.

My heart cried…all my life I had been seeking love and recognition in all the wrong places but the purest of them all was in front of my very eyes since the day I was born and I had been blind not to see my mother’s unconditional love for me. I doubt I’ll ever be able to find anyone who would love me like my mother did, unconditionally.

On the contrary, I think it’s better to find someone who would love you like your mother instead of father…

Now if only I can muster enough courage to say "I love you mummy"…

Oh, and I had a pao-werful day by the way :o)