Saturday, 4 June 2011

My lovely you~

Before I begin this post, I'm sure that you will have an idea in your mind - my lover, because of my post title~
You are wrong at all if you think so! What I'm going to blog is about my dear, lovely, great, sweet, cute and etc mummy~

I owe you a lot which I can't return you with my whole life...
You did a lot for me, just like what you did today, I'm so touched><
Your hands hurt because of me...
By seeing the thorns of the tree and the blood which was flowing out from every wounds on your fingers, my heart was crying silently...
You were so strong as you never minded the pains...
You did whatever for your children and you never complaint... 
I'm SO grateful to have you as my mother. I'm the lucky one and I appreciate you.
Sometimes, I felt guilty as I didn't listen for your advise... I was wrong!
I love you beyond everything that I can't describe it with words.

4th of June 2011, 3pm in the afternoon, My mother fetched me to an oil palm trees estate, we were searching for a small tree which is needed in a camp. I told her we use a fake tree firstly, it save our time for searching real tree because my father opens a handicraft shop and he sells fake flowers. However, she said that real tree was better, I never knew she drove me to find it. After a while, we found it, but it had a lot of thorns like rose plant. Not even a word thrown out by her mouth, she walked towards the plant with a knife. At the moment, I was starting to think - I'm the one who supposed to chop the tree. The weather was hot and both of us, one was chopping, another was watching under the bright sun. Soon, many wounds appeared on her fingers. I was so touched with everything that happened in front of my eyes.

After the tree was chopped down, we were clearing the thorns of the tree. She cleared it with knife and I with hands. I couldn't stand and watch aside anymore, I picked the thorns one by one with hands. I hurt my hand too, but the wound not as many as hers. I learned from mummy, be strong and never minded the pain, forget it~ The importance was we were happy for that^^ Thanks a lot, mummy~

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

AWWWW.

Anonymous said...

A love story who start from an oil palm tree.. (^-^)

if we observed carefully..there's many way that our parents present their love to us in a very quite way..sometimes love doesn't need a word..

we love our family.. nice note sis..bro like it..