Mãe : Portuguese for 'mother'

Happy 17^th Ramadhan.

It is very sad that after three long years of not having Mama at home around six o’clock every week days, I have to experience it again today, tomorrow and maybe the day after tomorrow too.

See, my grandma or I called her Mak loves her home so much, she has been complaining to stay there since she moved in with my aunt (Ibu) in KL. However, no one wants to stay kampong anymore. The place is dangerous (coz of the courageous thieves stealing in broad daylight) and because of Mak’s children living someplace else.

So, now, she got this opportunity to stay at kampong with the condition that a neigbour’s daughter stays with her too. Turns out, the daughter is sick and being the obedient daughter I am, I have to stay with Mak at Mama’s request. Not that I’m complaining because Mak’s has been cooking for me since I was Form 4. It is just that Mama has just arrived here in Malaysia that every single seconds with her is precious. I want to be with her, do girl talkin with her and just be there for her.

The person wearing the red coat is not me. She's Mama's friend. They were in Chicago here. I heart this picture coz my Mama looked happy and young.

With her friend and the friend's husband.

It is very sad really, to look at the gate expecting her to come home from work but know she wouldn’t. I miss her terribly already.

Mak’s great. She cooks excellent food but Mama has been taking care of me since I was a baby. She could have just left me somewhere after giving birth to me but she spent all her time and her energy to tend to me.

Now, I can see and feel that she’s getting old. I could not just leave her could I? I get tired easily doing chores and I cannot imagine the life she’s been dealing with since she became a mother where she handled everything on her own. Even when we (me and my sisters) became older, she did everything herself (explaining why I am just a spoiled brat and that I don’t know how to do a single thing).

But I am coping now. I do things for her and even drive her to places (I couldn’t imagine for the life of me then that I’ll be driving, much less be driving my mum). Though I have to admit, driving her is scary and can be a battle. Why? Because she thinks I am still her baby girl who is not capable of driving. How sweet of you, Mama tapi kecut sistem peranakan Bazilah bila drive sebelah Mama okay.. Hehe.

Back to track, I miss Mama. Is it too much? Manja? I don’t think so. I love Mama and I have not been by her side for the last three years and now I have to part with her again? Who cares if it is only for a few days. She is still the person who has taken care of me excellently since I was born and I would want to repay that back even if I know it will never be enough.

p.s: I didn’t bother to check the grammar.

p.s2: ikut cakap mak kita dan semuanya akan okay! I love you Mama.