She


Love for People


To this woman, happy happy birthday!! Truly, age is just a number. You look 18 ūüėČ And more importantly, I know you feel 18. :* The rest of my message is in the link below. Happy reading, Mama! I hope that through my words, the World (the Universe rather) can experience the love you showered on me¬†unconditionally and on the people around you. I hope everyone can see how much you mean to me. I love you!

Her name is Alona. Her friends call her that. Even my friends call her that.

She nags. She complains. She questions. Sometimes I get annoyed on how she is being so picky, and indecisive, and anticipating all the time. She will check everything twice or thrice or even four times. She will ask you the same questions over and over. She will make her disagreeing face and will tell you when you’re ugly in that hair, or in that dress, or in that make up.

She comments on anything. She tells you everything. She notices everything.

She is strict on time. She wants you to be home as the the night approaches. She will call you 14 times or more, until you pick up the phone if you failed to tell her where you are. She will undoubtedly transfer you to a different school, where the house you’ll live in does not have cabled TV, once she sees you are too addicted on cartoons. She will tell you, you should be like this and not like that.

She comments on anything. She tells you everything. She notices everything.

And thank God she is all these things. I love her. Not despite of it, but because of it.

Because it is true. There is no denying,

If she had not nagged, I may have been complacent.

If she had not complained, I may have been lenient.

If she had not questioned, I may have been easily satisfied with mediocrity.

If she had not anticipated enough, I may have not been always almost prepared.

If she had not checked too much, I may have not been meticulous on things.

If she had not been honest, I may have not grown beautifully.

If she had not been strict, I may have been disoriented from the world.

If she had not made drastic measures, I may have not been disciplined.

If she had not instructed, I may have been lost.

If she had not commented, if she had not told me, if she had not noticed, what will I be? Where will I be? Who will I be?

Imagine, these are the things that, as a child growing up, I mind and got into my nerves. And it has affected my life positively, tremendously. How much more with the things I find comforting.

It goes to show that when the things and actions, good or bad (in your perspective), you receive are driven with love, the You that will become will be as precious as a gold. Especially if that love is pure. It asks nothing in return. It gives and it never takes.

Her name is Alona. Her friends call her that. Even my friends call her that.

But me, I call her “Mama”.¬†And she will always be my She – my motivation, my inspiration, my admiration. SHE is my Super Hero, Eternally.

 

-k.

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “She

  1. KittyHere Reply

    She looks stunning. Elegant ensemble.
    ( I am one of those fair skinned WASPS who does not look good in black so envy those who do. )

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