Love

If you're a mother, you can look into the face of your grown child and see, instead, the one that peeked up at you from the folds of a baby blanket. You can watch your eleven-year-old daughter painting her nails with glitter polish and remember how she used to reach for you when she wanted to cross the street. You can hear the doctor say that the real danger is adolescence, because you don't know how the heart will respond to growth spurts - and you can pretend that ages away.
Thanks to my mum who has been taking care, worrying of me for years. Although I have grown up, I can't live without chatting with you, pouring my troubles to you. I want to listen to your voice, your words which will comfort me during my trying period. Mummy is the greatest price that the God has given to me. And I promise to be your little girl forever, listening to you, obeying your words, shopping with you, accompanying you wherever you go..