It has been a very long while since my last post and I can not say that this is my comeback, but for today I will write.
I will write about this strong woman who braved through life carrying the responsibilities of being a mother to quite a handful family and a provider to four children who have way too different antics and too many shenanigans.
I will write about a disciplinarian often viewed as a villain in the eyes of her very own kids too eager to grow up, who wanted to do pretty much everything, thinking they already know what they’re really doing in life.
I am writing about you Ma.
I can not imagine how you managed to survive through all those years providing each and every single thing we need. It may not be as grand as other people would think but it was enough to raise us and to get us where we are now.
Yes, Papa was there for you. Despite ugly arguments and squabbles you two made it work. And together you made a slow dance out of the tumultous challenges that life has thrown your way.
Ma, all I really want to say is you did a great job. Your strength, bravery and a great dose of strict discipline formed a map for us, to guide us in our turn to figure out life for what it really is.
Thank you, Ma.