HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
When I was 5, I remember running like an athlete doing a 100-meter dash around the house with my mother trying to catch me and hit me with her belt like a mad woman.
When I was 8, I remember kneeling down on monggo seeds with my brother by my side just because it was punishment not to take a nap after lunch.
When I was 10, I remember brushing my teeth one day in the bathroom and then all of a sudden, the door opens and I instantly get hit on my ass with a broomstick because it was punishment for three if two were fighting.
When I was 13, I remember never being able to join a bestfriend's slumber party just because it wasn't allowed.
When I was 16, I remember I started dating with a chaperon.
When I was 20, I remember lying I was going to a field trip because if I told the truth, I would be locked in 129-C.
And now that I am 26, a mother is someone you can just phone in at 9 in the evening Jeddah time, which makes it 2 in the morning Philippine time, even at her deepest sleep, just to tell her to "go online, now na!" and tell her how love makes the world go round and how laughter keeps me from getting dizzy.
She is the truest friend, the closest ally, the Academy Award Winner who raised me up, the bank where I deposit my excitements and frustrations, and the bedmate I go home to.
Her heart is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
SHE is the fuel that enables me to do the impossible.
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