Tommorow would be a day for all Moms in the world. A day for my mom-mama-mommy-mamita, or whatever I call her. I still remember upto this day about our class' homeroom activity. We have to prepare a message for our moms written in a piece of paper. Ma'am Cindy (our adviser), would give it to them on the distribution of report cards' day.

I wrote: 'Mama... Hello.'

Wow. What a message! I don't know what to write and say. But, I guess she understands me. I have been like that to her, speechless. Haha!

I look at her young pictures, seeing my own reflection. All people say that I'm her 'carbon copy'. They say she looked like me when she was at my age, and often, elders mistaken me for her.

For my mom who didn't allow me to have a sleepover at my prom, for my mom who makes endless and long sermons everytime I make a mess, for my mom who complains about my poor taste in clothes, for the mom who always tells me I'm 'maarte', for my mom who complains about my being too 'bungisngis', for my mom who shops more than I do but never sees it, happy mother's day!

...And for all the moms in the world, a happy mother's day to all of you too.