The last thing I ever wanna do, is to make you sad. I do admit I have not been a good boy. I have made you cry on the day I received my PSLE results. I have made you sad when I fared badly for exams in Secondary 3. And I know you were devastated when you found out that I stole money. All these happened in the past, but no excuses, I did hurt you.
I remember the times you went over to Australia to celebrate my birthday for me. I should bring you around, but instead, I kept you at home while me, myself was playing some stupid online game. I neglected you and I deeply regretted it. You had cracked your brain to the extend that your hair are starting to turn white, trying to get enough money to maintain my studies. I shouldnt have been frustrated over you. I shouldn't.
I recalled the times when I bought you a carnation everyday for weeks before Mother's Day. I remembered the first time I got you a Mango cake for your birthday. I remember the times I spent looking for the cheaper sewing machine in town to the many visits I made to Burberry, just to get you the bag. I remember so many many things. At the same time, I forgotten just as much, if not more.
I forgotten when was the last time I went into the theatre with you. I forgotten when was the last time we two went shopping together. I forgotten when was the last time I got you flowers. I forgotten when was the last time I hugged you and I dont even remember if I did kiss you goodnight the night before.
I am not a good boy and still keep the darkest secret (since it's darkest, dont ask me anything.). I get frustrated very easily and am always annoyed with the many things you did and does. And your many many things you had kept. To me, they may be rubbish, but I know you treasured them. You are always the thrifty mother who would not waste even a grain of rice.
Seeing you smile really mean a lot to me. So much that I don't mind skimping and skipping meals, just to get the something you like. But your patek philippe, you will have to wait. I still cannot afford it. I know these material enjoyments may not bring as much happiness than we being good, but believe me, I'm trying to be a better person.
27 years and I have not felt ashamed, nor will I ever be. I'm more than proud to be your son.
I remember the times you went over to Australia to celebrate my birthday for me. I should bring you around, but instead, I kept you at home while me, myself was playing some stupid online game. I neglected you and I deeply regretted it. You had cracked your brain to the extend that your hair are starting to turn white, trying to get enough money to maintain my studies. I shouldnt have been frustrated over you. I shouldn't.
I recalled the times when I bought you a carnation everyday for weeks before Mother's Day. I remembered the first time I got you a Mango cake for your birthday. I remember the times I spent looking for the cheaper sewing machine in town to the many visits I made to Burberry, just to get you the bag. I remember so many many things. At the same time, I forgotten just as much, if not more.
I forgotten when was the last time I went into the theatre with you. I forgotten when was the last time we two went shopping together. I forgotten when was the last time I got you flowers. I forgotten when was the last time I hugged you and I dont even remember if I did kiss you goodnight the night before.
I am not a good boy and still keep the darkest secret (since it's darkest, dont ask me anything.). I get frustrated very easily and am always annoyed with the many things you did and does. And your many many things you had kept. To me, they may be rubbish, but I know you treasured them. You are always the thrifty mother who would not waste even a grain of rice.
Seeing you smile really mean a lot to me. So much that I don't mind skimping and skipping meals, just to get the something you like. But your patek philippe, you will have to wait. I still cannot afford it. I know these material enjoyments may not bring as much happiness than we being good, but believe me, I'm trying to be a better person.
27 years and I have not felt ashamed, nor will I ever be. I'm more than proud to be your son.
Happy Birthday Mum &
Happy Mother's Day too
Happy Mother's Day too
Dont worry, I will be good :) And I believe Lulu, Mumu and many others will agree :)
5 comments:
Bravo!!! WoW.... Fantastic Essay!
I can vouch for Donald's Filial Piety! He's totally a Mummy's boy!
He could be playful and wilful at times (btw he only acts like this in front of mummy). But i can tell that he loves his mom a lot. And i do think that the bond between them is marvellous! Send my regards to Aunty, will ya Don.
BTW wad is the darkest secret? i belong to the dark side so can tell me rite?
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On the same note, where's the other troll (fry)? I only see myself trolling Don's blog recently.
cannot.. dark is dark... Hehe..
Loong huh? I also dunno leh.. He seems to be quite free lately though..
Ya.. I will send her your regards :)
Chey.
Your deepest darkest secrets reside in the bowels of your gastrointestinal tract, and we aren't interested to find out more as well.
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