February 20, 2000. The day your life changed into a colossal twist, was the day you changed my day, my entire life. The cleanliness of the bed you laid on matched the purity of your heart. It was late at night, at 4. You asked one of the nurses, “Where is my child?”, you asked, innocently and perhaps, bewildered. The nurses stood there, their eyes revealing something was wrong. “Sorry ma’am, we will bring her later”, one of them replied, with great fear in her eyes, alarming my mother. “What do you mean later?”, my mother asked. “Ma’am, she is in another room and we will bring her in a few minutes, do not worry”, the nurse replied back. My mother laid there and when I came to be held in the hands of yours, mother, you stared at me for a long time. 

From the day I was born,

You were worried by the fact that would I be able to accomplish anything in my life. You could have registered me to an orphanage or perhaps, you could have thrown me into the pool of disgust and hatred. But no, you raised with love and care that I do not have words to describe your affection and intimacy wrapped around me. You raised your head above me, hovering over me to protect me from the rain that would cause me flu and the snow that would freeze my feeble bones. You raised me with more care than you raised my siblings. You took the pain and all the strength to feed me, nurture, and make me the person I am today.

From the day I was born,

You would get tired and weary at the end of the day after handling massive responsibilities of me. When I would get ill, you would rush me to the hospital. When I was in despair, your hands, the medicine for my sorrow, would heal me and your uplifting words would motivate me to leave the past and move on. When I would make you crazy like a mad woman, you would still find the best in me.

From the day I was born,

When I began earning excellent grades and my talents began to emerge, you would encourage me to keep going and never give up. However, when I would receive a horrible grade, you would guide me even more. When I would get upset at you, you became soft as an angel and would be silenced, not saying a single word. This would make me guilty and I would come to take away your sorrows, knowing that the fault lied in my hands. When you would ask me, “Sweetie, how has my daughter become so mature and confident?”. “It’s you, mother”, I smile.

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