For the hand that rocks the cradle...

I recall I'm not the Mama's girl type. I grew up more close to my Papa. Oftentimes, I'd run being scolded all the time by my mother during my childhood, well --- I wasn't exactly your 'most behaved' daughter,too. Haha But to cut this story short, I love her more than she'll ever know, even how much I thought I hated her for not giving me always what I wanted back then. Her unspoken love showed much on her undying efforts of making sure we, her children, grow up as what we are today --- a firm believer of the greater good. =)

This is the part where I am now teary eyed ---- I do miss her, being away from home.
I called her yesterday but didn't even manage to greet her ahead (I was holding up the thought of it). I wanted her to think we didn't remember what today is, after all these years, we're not used to celebrating Mother's Day anyway.

But actually, I asked my brother to buy her a surprise *wink*.
So later, I'm giving her another call --- say, let's hope no cryin' at the other end of the line. huh? =)

Happy Mother's Day my Mama Lucing!

And to All that have and will Rock the Cradle!!!! God Bless YOU for ruling this WORLD! ♥ ♥ ♥