Today is mother’s day, and tomorrow is my mom’s birthday.
She .. gave birth to me, and has been listening to all my stupid problems for the past 33 years.
With each passing year, she has more pains in her body, and her memory fades little by little.
I still remember when i was little, i would love to hang around her legs, because i was that tall. I would wait for her to be done with cooking, and the dishes, and for her to sit in the living room so i could sit on her lap, and touch her face, and just annoy her like every kid does.
I remember those days when the clock is 3pm, and we would watch cooking shows together, until 5pm, then dad would come home from work.
I am such a giant now.