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[1: 2,044 of 10,000] Honoring Spirit

In Letter on December 15, 2020 at 7:02 PM
Photo by C. Z. Shi on Unsplash

Dear Mama,

You would have been the sexiest 67 today. I still remember your different faces from different ages, your smile, and the texture of your palms. The memory of your voice is starting to fade away but I still remember how you showed your love, support, and how you disciplined me to follow a good path.

I miss talking to you, all the times that you’ve asked how’s my day. I miss the days you called me on the phone to read me my horoscope from the latest newspaper. I miss being silly and laughing with you. I miss showering you with love and surprises.

As long as I live, on this day, I will honor your spirit. I will light a candle, present you with white flowers and I will talk to the air knowing that you hear me. I love you.

Your eldest daughter

[1: 1,394 of 10,000] My Mom Prayed For Me

In Journal on January 24, 2015 at 9:59 AM

I was one of the answers to my mom’s prayer for a good daughter. I have 2 loving sisters, we aren’t perfect and all, but we are all right who have loved as much as we can, and took care of our mom until her last breath after battling colorectal cancer for 2 years.

If my days are down and a little gloomy, I should not forget that I was actually a God-sent to somebody. It is amazing that my mom despite getting an abortion for her first child since she never thought it was the right time, still managed to ask God to give her daughters who are kind and well behave. I have always tried to be well behave, even if in my adult years, it is quite challenging.

My mom was 5th from a total of 8 children, she grew up with 1 big sister and 6 brothers, so imagine her desire to have daughters to dress up and love. I still remember how she dressed me and my 11 months younger sister in pairs like twins, or how she tried to re-create Goldilocks curls to our shinny black hair. I remember how she tickles our ears to wake us up or how we made up our bed before we rise up. She surprised us with dolls on days that we least expect it. She encouraged me to pursue my dream to write at a young age. She was proud of me and listens to my opinions. She raised me being independent and must speak my mind.

My mom prayed for me, I am God little miracle that I should not take for granted, and it is my loving gratefulness that I exist in the world and be the most loving that I can be to the people around me. I was asked out of love, and in love I should live.

It’s a wonderful Saturday feeling being loved.