The best years I remembered my mommy was those years when we were rather poor and when dad lost his job in Port Klang and they have to shift back to stay in Kampar with my grandparents. My dad used all his savings to buy a piece of land to plant mangoes (which failed) and converted that to oil palm instead. Those were the years when, mommy has to sew clothes to earn extra income to support the family and when money was so scarce that having a decent breakfast was a challenge.
Later, my dad has to take a oversea posting to Libya (where he passed away in an accident) to support the family, my mum has to take over the running of the 10 acres of oil palm estate left behind. Considering an uneducated woman who has absolutely no experience, she did a fine job until we sold that years later after my dad passed away.
All this while, they kept the three of us (my sisters and I) well fed and we were never in want. We had what we need and I even had the chance to further my studies, doing my Form 4 till 6 in ACS Ipoh and then proceeded to TARC. They suffered and make sure that we didn't.
This is another woman (like all mothers) who will do anything and everything for her other half and also for her children. Taking the stress (and I mean stress to the max often at times) in the corporate world, fending off office politics and constantly striving to achieve her goals in her role in the corporate rat race, she still manages to diligently expresses her breast milk and systematically stored them for our super energized and active monsters to ensure that they have the best nutrition and food for their growth.
My Three Angles at Home
And finally, Happy Mothers Day to all the mothers out there. Your sacrifices, your tears behind closed doors for your loved ones and the pain you go through WILL NOT GO UNREMEMBERED. As sons, daughters and husbands, we salute you and we love you all ....:)