my mum the superwoman
the end of a chapter in a book would mean the start of a new one....
im glad to say my mum has been freed... she did the most amazing things today.. i think my mouth is still hanging wide open... id say she's been locked up for a really really long time... i think it started after we moved from our tampines home... the first roof i lived under.. (stories of my older sister carrying me around the hdb block showing me off to her friends... and pictures of mum and her baking oven and the lovely bread she made.... -thoughidontremembertooyoung... =/- stories for another time haha...)
somehow over the many many many years after that... my mum turned into someone... completely different.. it was like the life had been sucked out of her... and i was really too young to notice and to understand why at the time... she'd always be angry.. frustrated... naggy... home at that time (somewhere around the serangoon area) was not the most welcoming place for me.. but where else could a kindergarden kid go? i only remember how dark the house was all the time.... (and how i didnt understand wat on earth were termites -keptthinkingdynamite.. haha...-) and we moved to where we are now... 8 floors up.. spectacular view.. and peaceful.. but mum never had a chance to enjoy much of that... she began working and she'd go out early in the mornin' and come back after midnight.. she never had enough sleep.. she never had the same energy that she had once she started working.. no more baking her lovely brownies with the gooy centre... no more of her yummy lemon cheesecake.... there goes the happiness *looks out the window* straight down 8 floors to the ground and 6 feet under....
i thought... well mum's going through a tough time.. she might never get out of the ditch she fell into.. but something happened today while i was sleeping (like finally!! after 2 weeks of 2 hour nights one afternoon of pure rest... -story for another time-) she turned the house into a home.. haha.. im not sure if u guys have heard of this saying before
"A house is made of bricks and beams,
A home is built with love and dreams..."
so nice right? =D
we'll see how it goes over the next couple of weeks.... and im hoping for the best.. cause i feel my mum's no longer one big mess mmhmmmm....
im glad to say my mum has been freed... she did the most amazing things today.. i think my mouth is still hanging wide open... id say she's been locked up for a really really long time... i think it started after we moved from our tampines home... the first roof i lived under.. (stories of my older sister carrying me around the hdb block showing me off to her friends... and pictures of mum and her baking oven and the lovely bread she made.... -thoughidontremembertooyoung... =/- stories for another time haha...)
somehow over the many many many years after that... my mum turned into someone... completely different.. it was like the life had been sucked out of her... and i was really too young to notice and to understand why at the time... she'd always be angry.. frustrated... naggy... home at that time (somewhere around the serangoon area) was not the most welcoming place for me.. but where else could a kindergarden kid go? i only remember how dark the house was all the time.... (and how i didnt understand wat on earth were termites -keptthinkingdynamite.. haha...-) and we moved to where we are now... 8 floors up.. spectacular view.. and peaceful.. but mum never had a chance to enjoy much of that... she began working and she'd go out early in the mornin' and come back after midnight.. she never had enough sleep.. she never had the same energy that she had once she started working.. no more baking her lovely brownies with the gooy centre... no more of her yummy lemon cheesecake.... there goes the happiness *looks out the window* straight down 8 floors to the ground and 6 feet under....
i thought... well mum's going through a tough time.. she might never get out of the ditch she fell into.. but something happened today while i was sleeping (like finally!! after 2 weeks of 2 hour nights one afternoon of pure rest... -story for another time-) she turned the house into a home.. haha.. im not sure if u guys have heard of this saying before
"A house is made of bricks and beams,
A home is built with love and dreams..."
so nice right? =D
we'll see how it goes over the next couple of weeks.... and im hoping for the best.. cause i feel my mum's no longer one big mess mmhmmmm....
posted by Finwe21Ancalimon_maosi at 10:03 PM
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