My mother
I am not one to put my feelings down directly on paper; however,
if I were to write out something so personal, it would usually be in some sort
of abstract poem or an adapted story. So, writing this entry is extremely challenging
for me. In life, I love you followed by hugs and kisses delivered by me to my
mother and vice versa are a common thing. Therefore, the problem with me
writing this isn’t about the way I choose to be affectionate, rather it’s about
how emotional and personal words become to me after being written down. So here
goes nothing.
My mother’s name is Maziah bt. Abu Zarin. She was born and
raised in Kuala Pilah until she moved to Kuala Lumpur Where she started working,
and where she met my dad. She is the 4th child in her family of 8
siblings and a mother to two daughters. At home, she has many names, all of which
have the same meaning: mak madre, mommy, mom and mother. She is tall and
slender with dark brown irises and smile lines around her eyes and mouth. Her
embrace is cosy like the feeling of a warm heater on a winter day.
Warm and elegant are the words I would use to describe her
for her face radiates a motherly warmth and her posture radiates confidence and
poise. A supportive mother is what she is. In times of need and stress, she is
there to take my worries away and calm me down. My mother is like a best friend
to me because she is the person I shop with, I watch movies with and the person
I share my secrets with. Sometimes, my sister and I consider her our third
sister.
Life would be unbearable for me I did not have my mother and
knowing there is a possibility that she could be taken from me at any moment
makes me cherish her even greater. That is why each time she kisses me in
public I would never shy away nor would I ever turn down an opportunity to spend
time with her when she needs me.
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