My son surprised me with twenty four pink roses and six carnations.
I asked why so many, he replied one for each year that he bothered me.
24 years daw. His total age.
Oh no anak. You are not bothering me. I was chosen by the heavens above to be your mother, your caretaker here on earth. You are a blessing to me. To us. It’s a great privilege to be your mom. And you are such a good person.
Yes, many times I screamed at you and kurut you because you were not listening to me. I have to remind you again and again to do certain things like- taking care of your skin, your health. I worry when you come home late. I worry when you go out with people that I don’t know. I worry when you go to places not familiar to me. As your parent I am also answerable to God if I don’t take care of you.
You are not a “bother”. You are a “joy”. Thank you for being so nice to me. Lv u anak.
