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As I get older, I become more cautious. I've met a lot of people.. At school, college, workplace, playground, and everything in between. I used to be naive and I thought all people was kind hearted.
I was this simple girl who thought that if I'm being nice to people so they would be nice too, in return. Yes. That's me back then. I didn't know that one's heart cannot be seen. Like an old saying, "we can measure depth of the ocean, but we can't measure one's heart" 
I was keeping that way until the day my mother tore my heart into pieces. The thing that happened many years ago when I was a kid, still glued in my head (yup even until today). Very traumatic and left my heart broken. I never thought that my very own mother would gone that far.. I was in an extremely pain, considering how small I was. I felt pity for my sister and the rest of family :( 

God is a forgiver to all His sinful children, so why I bother to be in a lot of hatred? 
In short, I forgave her. But I never ever forget of what happened that day. I can't even write it here and only a few people knew about this.
It cost me a bomb. Not money, but self esteem. I lost my confidence. I lost my trust to people. I drowned myself into sadness. Tears hidden in my cheerful smile. It goes through the years... I couldn't believe a guardian angel that God sent from above broke my heart. Just in time when I needed her the most.. 

And each time I realize.....that she hasn't change a bit. Mother should have to be there to support you, care about you, cook you dinner, teach you about life, protect you from the jerks.

Bless all of you who have a wonderful mother.. Cherish and love her everyday with all your heart.

Comments

Soh Hong Wei said…
Take care there!

Whatever it is, she is still your mother.. ok?

Hugs!

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