When You Told Me that You Love Me

I got high fever. My temperature was high. I couldn’t sleep and lost my appetite. My mum looked at me worriedly. She went away and took a shower. Then she came back to me.

Mama held me tight. I felt her skin was cold. It chilled down my body. Mama whispered,”Don’t suffer my love. Please get well soon. My Lord, let me replace her, don’t let her sick.” I closed my eyes, took deep breath, and felt asleep.

Thirteen years after.

I still can recall that moment clearly. Feeling secured and warmth. I held my mum few nights ago before slept. I told her how much I love her. I reminded what she did to me before. She smiled at me and stroked my hair.

I might be getting older, and so is she. I grew taller than her. I have been to many places alone. I got better education than her. I got better opportunities than her. But, without her, I am nothing.

She is my goddess, my inspiration. She is the reason why I am alive.