Mother. My mum.
Well, obviously the topic here is about my mum.
I'm not a huge fan of replays - unless it's at the perfect timing and the memory is one I wish could be relived again. Like the PLKN thingy.. or the Sg Dusun Camp. Heheh.. long story. Shh. ;P
And my mum is fond of replays - I'd remember going to bed hearing her talk about.. well, my dad.
She'll talk about dozens of things - how they met, how handsome he were.. she even showed photos.
Now.. maybe it's just me being sensitive, but nowadays I noticed she's being doing pretty much the entire house chores. One time, she tukar tempat perabot in the kitchen and I only found out about it when she's already halfway thru. It's as if.. she's doing all that to keep a clear mind. Like.. to run away from the pain.
CALL ME, MUM.
It goes to the extend she said, "Sakit pinggang la.." Nicely done, genius.
Maybe it's my fault for not being much help. Oh well..
Take a break, take a breather next time.
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