How I Wish I Could Tell You Mummy

I wish I could tell you how much you mean the world to me, but there are no words to say how much i admire you, how much I appreciate you, how much I thank you. My mummy somehow lives in my laughter and crystallized in every single tear drop of mine. She's the map that follows me every step I take. Not time, not space, not even death can separate me from my mummy, I carry her inside of me. I don't know how she do it, she is strong like a diamond in the rough. She can multi-task like crazy. Mummy, remember how you get to memorize every timetable of my subjects for every semester since I'm here and never fail to call me up every morning when my attendance downgraded tho it's my responsibility to do so. Remember the time when you transferred money to me right after I gave you a call to tell you that I'm going for shopping with friends when you got to work, socialize with the clients even if you don't feel pleased to, you go home right after work and never fail to keep the house sparkling clean everyday. You sit in the living room after your long day and start checking the bills and letters until midnight. I don't know how but you have that much of energy? Mummy, you're like a god.
Each and every time I hit the club, you would tell me to take care and not to drink too much. Sometimes I wouldn't listen. You told me not to walk alone when the sky turns dark, you're dreadfully worried about me every single minute and I never listen. You told me to eat my meals on time so I wouldn't get gastric and suffer myself but I just wouldn't listen. You told me not to bring handbags out when I tend to walk in the streets so I wouldn't get snatched, I'd never listen. You told me not to text when I'm crossing a road but I wouldn't listen to you. What if, what if one day I drink too much and drive home unconsciously, suddenly got into an accident? What if one day I walk alone at night and got raped or kidnapped and totally lose control of my brains? What if one day my gastric problem leads to colone cancer that I might have to do an operation which costs you a big lumsum? What if one day I got snatched and hit my head on the rocks that leads me to comma for the rest of my life? What if one day I didn't pay attention while crossing the road, knocked off by a car and get paralyzed? What if just what if. I regretted for not listening to your words, I was immature. And now I'm learning to appreciate all you've done. I'm so proud to claim that, I love you mummy <3 Thank you for always being there, for being my rock when I am a pain in the ass. Thank you for returning that love time and time again. Thank you for striving hard to help me grow. I love you mummy, I love you.