(via http://bunnybomb.deviantart.com/art/I-didn-t-mean-to-hurt-you-30613492)

Only those who are the closest matter most, and only those who are the closest can ever hurt me.

You always tell me to share my problems with you.

What if you were my problem?

What i wrote in my card to my mother :’)

Hello Mummy

Happy Mother’s Day!! I haven’t written to you in so long, I thoughtt a card will be best for the occasion since it bests conveys messages :)

It has been >17 years since you’ve been a mother (that which is my age haha) and throughout the years I have seen you manage your role as a mother in different ways: When I was young, you carried me in your arms and you were my shelter; when I was slightly older and went to kindergarten, you were my voice and spoke for me when i was still innocent and timid hehe. Then, when I grew slightly older and went to primary school, you became my fuel and lent me strength and encouragement albeit in different ways, through scolding me/comforting me and all those methods made me stronger and into who I am today.

Slowly, as I stepped into secondary school, you began to mould your presence into a silent supporter. Even as much of my ime began to be spent at school, I can feel your presence and support right behind me. You understand me well, and you let me achieve the best I can be.

After which, comes the place I am at now. At JC, much of the reason, as much as I want to do well for myself, I want to do well for you. You still stand by me, sturdy as a pillar, telling me to put in my best effort.

Of course, I’m so grateful of how you have been not just a mother, but a friend and a confidante to Hannah, Esther and me. Thank you for all the things you have done for us and the love you have utmost-ly given us.

Do you still remember the time when you got me this really nice diary to write in and you’d write your response in return? Wow I think that is my favourite diary so far. I like to see your handwriting in my book, I remember! Although that diary was only used for a VERY SHORT WHILE HAHA, but that memory and the time when you just gave it to me, I can remember clearly in my head. Your instructions on how to use it, loud and clear, your hands as you flipped the pages open. Till today, my ears will still be open as I listen to you, watching your hands work miracles as a mother.

HAPPY MUM’S DAY!! TRUCKLOADS OF LOVE (insert cute trucks with hearts)

RACHEL