God has heard

Today's Mummy's 5th Death Anniversary. :)

And its the first time i'm not in Singapore on this day.

Ney. Its nothing much.

I miss my mummy. Of course, not just today. I miss her everyday.

I miss how she used to spend so much effort cooking dinner. She can't really cook well, My dad cooks absolutely wonderful, but my mum - not so much of a cook.

There was once, she cooked dinner, and we didn't touch one of the dishes. And she happened to cook Alot for that dish. And she got so upset cos we didn't eat it. :( I miss her. I still remember what that dish looked like. its Ma-Po Tofu.

I remember, when i was in Primary school, she came back during her lunch hour to have lunch with me, and then bring me down to wait for the school bus. But she came home to find me crying, because i didn't want to go to school cos there was this guy - he hit me really hard on my head. Big bully. And my mum was so angry (with that boy) she brought me to school that day, and went to talk to my teacher. My mum's so good.

I remember, when i was young, in Primary school, she'd pick me up at school every Friday to bring me to Piano class. And i'd look for her face in the crowd at the school. And she'd always be smiling and waving at me. :D I miss her so.

I remember, there was once we bought pineapple, and she cut it for both of us. And, turns out it wasn't ripe. So we both got our tongues Numb. And we both went to bed with Numb Tongues. It wasn't much, but it's a memory i love.

I remember how she would make coffee every morning in her Big Pale Green mug. and she'd teach me how to make coffee. After i tried Coffee and totally loved it, she'd allow me to have coffee on weekends. :) Thank you Mummy for letting me drink Coffee.

I remember when i was younger, and she was cutting my nails for me, and because i fidget-ed a little cos i was trying to write with my other hand, She cut off a chunk of flesh from my finger. And i was bleeding so much. She felt so bad, she dried my hair and put me to bed. When i asked her, "Mummy, how come don't need to wash?" (Cos i hated the washing part. Especially when the wound in on the knee.) She said, "Don't need to wash, meimei, Cos there's too much blood." And i remembered looking at the plaster which was already soaked. I Love her for that memory. :)

There was another time, she was bringing me downstairs to wait for the school bus, and she closed the door with my fingers in the hinges. She again, felt so guilty. I love mummy.

I miss how she would kiss me goodnight, and then stay a little longer,lie in my bed, and we'd talk about school stuff, and i would make her laugh. I miss her kisses.

When i entered into Secondary school, she knew of this guy who liked me, and he'd always sms me. And she got so worried that she wrote me a letter, to tell me how sad she was because i was growing up so fast, and how she knows what its like to be in love, but i shouldn't trust guys too much too fast, cos the bad ones only want sex. And then she signed off, "Love, Papa and Mummy. (Mummy do the writing)." I'll always remember that. The letter's still in my drawer.

I remember. After i got my BCG, i went home with really high fever and the fever just wouldn't go down, she got so worried, she brought me to the Chinese Physician. And the physician poke the skin around my thumb-nail with a fat needle, and twidled in round and round. I screeeeamed like nobody's business, didn't care if the room had no door and everyone outside could hear me. But my mummy hugged my head and comforted me. i think she bought me ice-cream after that. :D Of course, the fever went down within 30mins.

I miss how she'd tell me how my hair smelt.

I miss mummy.

Mummy.