Woke up to the rain
Since moving to L.A. for college,
waking up to the sound of rain drops bouncing off of objects has been rare, thus forgotten.
Today, I was lucky enough to experience this old tradition one more time,
in the sweet home of Vancouver.
View from my room out <3
Rain always makes me articulate, it always has, and always will.
Today is my mother's birthday.
I looked at the rain & questioned myself what kind of a daughter am I.
June 12th, the day my mom was born 53 years ago.
It always fancies me to think of my mother in the way discussed below:
She was born also with a mother,
but today, she is here,in vancouver with my sister and I,
taking care of us just like how she was taken care of 50 years ago.
When I think of my mother in that way,
I find myself wanting to treasure her even more than I already have.
I sometimes question myself: am I able to perform the same when it comes to my time to be a mother?
12 years ago,
My mother brought (along with daddy) the family to vancouver.
Here, we started a brand new life.
It was no easy for her:
taking care of us as we struggle to learn English,
loving us although she didn't receive much care or love from anyone else,
teaching what to do and what not to in this foreign country while she was also learning about all the news
This morning, as the rain dances, I told mommy I love her (in a screaming tone)
I couldn't express much while facing her, but I know she understands, because she is my mom
and everything that is within me has been given by her
On this special day, Happy B-day mommy~
Thank you for everything :)
I want to make you proud.
and
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I know I will <3
GumGum~
