Happy Birthday, Mum.

This should have been written last week so its extremely overdue.

People say I look like my father and if I was a man and old, he would be it (note: I still hate the thought of this. If you've met my father, you'd probably figure out why). But if I'm like any person, it would be my mom.

If you have been keeping up with me the past few years, you would have realized that I constantly refer to my mom as a *certain profane word*. Though I constantly describe her with this certain word, I'm honestly using it with a somewhat positive connotation. So, in reality, I really don't mean and I'm going to take that back. I guess that right word for it wouldn't be a profanity but tough.

To be honest, my mother is the most awesome woman in my world. No one exact word could describe how I feel about her. If you've heard my depressing spiel about my future, you would probably have hurt me talk about that the day that my mother dies would be the worst day in my life and that I would cry a river on that.

Quite a great deal of my childhood had been spent arguing and winning battle with my father but dealing with an extremely stubborn, outspoken, loud and extremely weird man that is almost a nearly impossible task. When I mean nearly impossible, I mean that there is one person who has been able to do so–my mother. My mother has been able to win countless battles against my weird father ( I swear, its not that viscious as you imagine).

My mother has been a person I look up the most. Yes, it is a bit cliche but if I could have just half the person she is...I would think I have succeed. Besides from the regular things like shopping and eating out that every mother and daugther would probably do, she has taught me to do a whole lot more.

She has taught me to become a kinder person. She has taught be to become more forgiving even when someone aggresses you and hurts you. Sometimes, letting it go may just be the answer. She has taught me to live my life with grace and dignity. She has also taught to go out into the world to be a braver person as can be. She has taught be grateful for everything that is given to me. She taught me to believe and have faith in things and that things would turn out just fine if I have tried my best. I supposed this list can go on and on (and one can only write so much before things get boring).

My world has been a brighter place because of her. She has been my support for my frequently flimsy backbone.

Thank you mao mao (I can't just mama right in Chinese, according to her) for bringing me into the world and being such a great teacher. I hope you that everything you wished for comes true.

Happy (Belated) Birthday Mum!
(My mother uses "mum" instead of "mom." It makes me giggle sometimes with her bit of British accent.)