This very day is 'D' most important time to remember back the time when we were born in the hospital. Our own mom with all their hearts they shed their tears for the newborn baby. When we were discharged from the hospital, our mom is the first to carry us HOME. When we wanna explore our interesting home, our mom would be the first to show us her wonderful world of HOME. Living Room is where the baby would enjoy the conversation with the parents, dining room would be the place where the baby eat with joy. WOW! What an amazing dream of our own mom. *sigh* The "nightmare" has just begun.

We bite the something hard to ease the itchiness of our teeth like biting the wooden chairs and even eat bugz. We would ruined all our mom's money to buy toys for us. Destroying cars and dolls that could easily summed up to RM1,000 or less. But that doesn't stop our mom from loving us.

When we grow a little older, we think the world is just fun and laughter instead it proves us wrong each time when we make a single mistake causing our mom worry about almost everything in our lives making them having sleepless nights. But that doesn't stop our mom from loving us.

When we reach to our world of our own age, we learn how to survive and think that mom are just assistant when we needed their help we would eagerly seek them but when blessings come we soon forget their efforts. Making the world of our mom a mess. Each day our mom shed even more tears than the day she cried for us the very first time. But that doesn't stop our mom from loving us.

When we finally graduated from our respectively universities, we think that we have climbed the Mount Everest instead there just even more to come. We think that we can handle our lives, love, jobs, house with our own strength. But we never know that our mom prayed very hard behind us so that we would not fall behind instead she would pray to God that He would graciously answer our mom's prayer. But that doesn't stop our mom from loving us.

When we found our 'perfect' pair, we leave the house... ...it sounds so quiet. Everything seems so lack of something. There's an urge in our hearts. God is knocking the door of our hearts, looks like we have forgotten the days of our own mother's effort to keep us back track and not off tangent. Running back to our memories running back to the embrace running back to the tears. Your mom is waiting for your comeback and she never lose hope on you, she never ever. Mothers never wish their children dead but they always pray that one day she would see their children to grow even bigger and stronger than before. That's the heart of a mom.

To all mothers, forgive us children for we do not remember the times we held each other hands. Hugging each other. And even laughing at each other. This is for you mom... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY