Since I was born, my father had been non-existent. Fast-forward six years, he finally left us without a word, leaving my mother to single-handedly bring me up with no wealth to her name, but only a roof over our head. There were times, we would walk to the shop to buy a loaf of bread with the only two dollar note she had left. Even then, she gave me the entire loaf so that I did not have to go hungry. There were nights we had our electricity cut off because my non-existent dad left us with nothing but a mountain high of debts. I remember my mother cuddling me in her arms, with only a candle lighting the dark room telling me that as long as we had each other, there was no darkness we could not live in. When she finally sorted herself out from the pain and misery of having lost a husband, she worked so hard to give me the wonderful life that she said I deserved. Gone were the days we had no money, no food, and no light. She made everything happen only because she was a mother. A mother who loved her child more than anything in the world.
To date, I would always credit my resilience, independence, warmth and optimism to my mother. The only woman in my life that has taught me the very meaning of life, and being a family. It is amazing how a mother would go through hell and back only to bring meaning and joy to a child, asking for absolutely nothing in return.
It is very cliche, but really, I am literally nothing without my mother. At this moment, all I ask for is for many more healthy years to spend with my mother. Because if I am a wonderful mother myself, it is all thanks to this woman who showed me exactly how to be one by being the best role model there is.
Thank you mom.
I love you endlessly.
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