The Story Of Me

"Afif, I'm gonna be straight with you. Taste, enjoy and devour every single food that you mother cook because, when she pass away, you can't taste them anymore"

And during the dinner which my uncle posed me the quote, I ate every single thing served at the table. Thinking about the quote makes me sad enough. I love my mother so very, very much to the point where I have no shame in hugging her.

Fact; Everyone's going to die, no matter what you do. If there's a life-extending pill, well take it. Then your mom's body will be immune to it, and finally, gone.

Truth is, my mother is the person that I love so much. From the start of my life till now. She made me feel safe, she made me feel de-stress, and mostly, she made me feel loved. Yes, she nags, yes, she scolds, and yes, she sometimes left us alone. But she nags because I did something wrong, she scolds because she wants to straighten me up, and she left us alone because she was busy and back then, our maid still hadn't come yet.

I don't know how many times have I dreamt about my mother's passing. It was a dream filled with despair, yet the environment was so radiant. I saw mom in a dress that lighted itself elegantly in the wide space. I just watched her, as a river of sort separates me from her. Then I woke up feeling hot, hot because of my tears.

I remember back when I just got back from camp and told mother about all my problems. She scolded me and I went into my room and slept in tears. Truth was, I just got back from camp, I want some motherly love after all the crap I've been through in the camp (Non-cooperative camp mates), but guess what, I got scolded. Call me a pansy, but you won't know how that feels until it hits you. But mom made up for it, by welcoming me to the real world from my sleep, with the loving face on her.

This year, I have problems with my classmates, I discussed with mom. I had stress for a straight week due to some people weren't being cooperative enough. As smart as she is, she presented me with a solution that I never thought about before. Then, I'm as happy as a bird.

Now, imagine all these memories, remain as such. No more mom. She'll be part of the history. There will be nobody to support me when I'm down, nobody to love me like a mother, nobody to straighten me out and nobody to cook the best meals for me.

A question, do you want your mother to pass away? I doubt that you'll say "yes".

If I had to jot down every single piece of memories with my mom, Google would take me down for writing the longest post possible.

Mom is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Thank you mother, for being the best person in the world.'