Happy birthday, Mum.
I remember the time you held my hand as we both walked to the nearby chicken farm for fresh eggs. I remember the time you taught me a poem, which now, you are teaching the same poem to my children. I remember how we made our way to the village market on Sunday mornings, a woven basket on your arm. I remember how you cherished each and every handmade item that I made for you. I remember how you stepped the pedal on your sewing machine, making a blouse out of a batik that I did in school. I remember the various delicacies that you made for us children, despite your tiredness. I remember how you packed food and send them all the way to my university dorm, just so that I can enjoy festivities food together with the family. I remember how you were still proud of me for getting 0.06 points short to first class honour. I remember the look on your face when I first came home as a married woman. I remember how you helped out during both my confinements. I remember how you lulled my children to sleep, soothed their crying, and cuddled them with love.
Thank you for everything that you have done for me, mum. I am so thankful that I have you. Happy Birthday.
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