Happy Birthday, Mak!

I nearly forgot my mum's birthday this year. I visited her at her home yesterday, with 1 big box of BIG APPLE donuts. Its really funny how our relationship turned out to be. My parents divorced when i was 3 years old. I was left with my grandparents since then. My dad visited me every week, sometimes, "abducted" me, til my my mom came and "rescued" me. When i was 13 years old, my mom officially left me to worked in another state. This has built a big barrier between us. I became a "torn" in the family. I ran away from home, started smoking cigarettes and pot, didnt turned up at school, got the lowest grades among the students, and i blamed it all to my mom.
The older i've grown i realised that the problem that i have caused was just because of a demand for an attention. i felt guilty for having that cruel feeling towards my mom. she is the only woman that i've known for her self-governing. she's tough, firm and strict to what she believes. her love and care are nothing to compare and that has been proved among my best friends. all my friends loves her and wished that she was their beloved mom.

i am now, proud to have her as my best friend, my cat-fighting enemy, and the best part is she's my one and only MAK.

since she likes reading so much, i am buying her favourite kind of novel, a general fiction. maybe .."the siren of baghdad" by yasmina khadra.

happy birthday, mak!