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The woman who knows what’s best

“When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.” - Anonymous

It’s been almost two years since you left us. 2016 was the most painful and the saddest year of my life, and until now I am still in the process of moving on. 

“Why would God let her die?”, “There are many bad guys out there, why it should be my mother?”. There are many questions that I want to be answered.  But I guess it is not right to question God and sometimes I’d say “I should be the one who died, not my mother”. All things happen for a reason and I was given this life because I am strong enough to live it. I trust God and I know God knows what’s best for us and He has plans for us.

I am hoping that in my dreams you would come and talk to me, hoping that you could see what I have achieved, hoping that God would let me hug and kiss you, even just in my dreams and hoping that I could turn back time. The time when you were still alive and breathing, the time when we were so happy. I close my eyes and speak to you in a thousand silent ways, hoping you would hear me.

I miss you ma, I wish you were here. I am very sorry for not being a good daughter. I should have shown my love for you more often. I should have listen to you. I should have been a good daughter to you. If I had known that you would be taken away from us this early, I should have made you happy.

Thank you ma. Thank you for the unconditional love. Thank you for always sharing your smile, your hugs and your words of encouragement. Thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for being a good mother to us. Thank you for the support. Thank you for bringing me into this world. Thank you because I am what I am today because of you and I am proud that you are my mother.

You will never be forgotten. I will treasure every memory of you. ❤