i don't know any mother who was able to give birth to seven children (not all at the same time) and be able to raise them all one by one. Forget those reality tv moms. You're not one of them.
raising seven children before the age of cell phones and internet was an unbelievably tough job. How did you do it without using a dishwasher, a laundry machine, a dryer or anything any other mothers could not live without? Forget multitasking here in the states. You did everything at home by hand. By your own hands. Even building a fire to cook our rice.
thank you mom for teaching me the fine art of interior design. Do you still remember those days back home when you let me decorate for christmas? Maybe i was ten or eleven. I was so excited. You put me in charge of hanging all the curtains in the living room. That was my favorite house chore as a kid, not like chopping firewoods in the backyard. From then on i became the designated "window draper" in the house every time christmas season arrives.
you are still as beautiful as your sepia-toned high school photographs. I vividly remember on one of them you were standing tall in your beautiful white dress. Elegant, classy, reserved and lanky but lovely. You were wearing flowers on your hair. Like a prom queen but only a lot smarter than the others.
thank you for everything you have done for us and thank you for allowing me to become the sensitive one but be the best dancer in the bunch. I would never trade my life any other way as long as we have you as our Nanay. You are the best mom a gay boy could ever have.
Happy Mother's Day Mom. I will always and forever love you.