10:09 p.m. - 2008-05-01
mommy

Maybe I am the wish come true for my parents. Something that they had been yearning for many years after their marriage. I am an underweight baby, my relatives and neighbor told me I am tiny like a baby cat. The new born parents were really worried and nervous about how to handle the tiny baby. They could not carry me properly and for the first two months, they would get my neighbor (pro-housewife, cook absolutely finger licking dishes and took care of her 8 children and some grandchildren. Expert!) to bath me because they really did not know how to bath me and scare I would slip off their arms.

I wasn’t really ideal to rise being a sickly child I had to go for regular check up at mount Elizabeth. Also most of the time, I will only eat when I am brought for a walk out of the house and my mom has to play with me and feed me mouth by mouth. Only after feeding me would she have her own meal. I remember this vaguely lasted till I am three years old, before entering kindergarten. And I was picky about food, my mom make sure that I cultivate the habit of finishing my food and eating all types of food, she would cut the vegetables, mushrooms and pork into cubes and mix in thoroughly with the rice. Come to think of it, I think I’m such a torture. Hahah I question if I would do this if I had children of my own.

Showering care and concern on me, I became a healthy child quickly and gain weight (funny right an underweight baby becomes a large girl). Over the years her culinary skills are getting better. The marinated potato with duck, herbal chicken, roast chicken, chicken feet with mushroom, steam fish, hong chao ji and her UNRESISTABLE soups. I love the food she makes for us. We have home cooked meals everyday before she started working. That is a good 11years for me and now we get home cooked dinner daily! (I am serious.)

Does anyone here share the same thoughts as I do? I used to stick to mommy like some elephant glue. Everywhere she goes I will be her shadow, even in our tiny flat. I would sit by her sewing machine while she does her work, complaining to help her with threading the needle. When she washes the clothes I would sit on the stool and look at her, when she preparing the food I would stand by the sink looking at her intently. Maybe that’s when you how to keep of the fishy taste by adding ginger and pepper. Adding the spices to give it an exotic taste, how to flip the egg without it being overcooked or sticking to the pan.

I will remember the time in the kitchen with mommy. When I would pester and stick to her, it’s an indescribable bond. Something you will know if you felt it. Even till now, as and when I can I would like to pop into the kitchen and create disturbance in her work =p

Since her birthday may not be right, we would take the Sunday in the second week of May to be her birthday.

Remember this special day on the coming Sunday alright.

PS: Sunshine. Things will get better, fu zhi mei you gei ye zhou? Just do whatever you can and I do hope it will get better.

It's not what is happening to you now,
or what has happened in your past,
that determines who you become.
Rather, it's your decisions about
what you focus on, what things mean to you,
and what you are going to do about them,
that will determine your ultimate destiny.

-Anthony Robbins