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MY MOTHER.
Saturday, May 19, 2007, 1:07 pm
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through;
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down,
Darling wait and see.
And between now and then, until I see you again,
I'll be loving you.
Love,
Me."

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Been using the computer for almost an hour, doing some typing to earn a little money. Im in the hall, and typing, and looking at my mother doing housework. Then, I suddenly felt that my mother is great. She does housework almost everyday, making the house clean and spotless. And I always make the house look untidy and messy and all-sort-of-thing-you-can-imagine. And she just clean them up, tidy and make the house looks alright again.

Kind of makes me think what have I done these years. Washing the dishes after dinner every alternate week, ironing my own uniform, washing my school shoes. (I am supposed to wash my shoes every week. But being lazy, I wash them every term?) And for doing so little, I complain and complain and complain and complain and makes her irritated until she will do the dishes that night. And I feel nothing. Just continued watching the teevee.

Have you thought about you and your mum? Your relationship? How she treats you well and you just make her sad when you quarrel with her and breaks her heart?

I promise I can be a better son. Hope I can make it.






Ernest