Today is where my book begins

Mother's Day doesn't hold much significane in my life. In fact, I dread it. It means another social family gathering at one of the coffee shops with my mum's group of sisters and cousins. Another chance for the resturants and florists to earn quick bucks on this day.

Yesterday, as I was walking down the streets in Hamilton, I saw dads and children everywhere, busily purchasing flowers, balloons and cards for their mum. Majority of the women on the street was holding a flower and then I think of my Mum. Someone who I have always take for granted.

When I was little, I remember how much I always stick to her. I updated her everything about myself and my friends in school. Sometimes, it annoys my friends because any secrets between us will be reveal to my mum within a few hours.

I'm not sure when it started and why, but I sort of keep things away from her. I remember once she asked why I have not been telling her things. I said there was anything to tell. She must have felt sad.
Gradually, I don't talk to her much and whenever she asked me something, I gave her an irritated reply.
Though I was rude to her, she is always so willing to ignore it and let me be. I felt guilty. This goes on for a couple of years and then I'm not sure what happened again, i starte to open up to her.

This mother has always been so trusting towards me and giving me freedom. Even now that I am going away from home and her, she still give in to what ever I wanted to do in life.

I wish I have been more understanding towards her during the younger days. As of now, I just want to make up and make sure that she felt loved.