THE WILL OF LOVE "HAPPY LAST"
ibu
MOTHERS
It's always this way!
My conversation with my mother always boils down to a fight. The ending can
guessed, I slammed the bedroom door while mom was crying in the living room. There never was
a single point of agreement that brings us together in an equation. All always
it's a routine menu of war between me and my mom. For the last thing, it often becomes
his highlight. Mother never gave up and stayed put with her efforts to change me
being a real woman, always
it's a routine menu of war between me and my mom. For the last thing, it often becomes
his highlight. Mother never gave up and stayed put with her efforts to change me
to be a real woman.
Sometimes I feel sorry for my mom. For so long trying to change me, I still enjoy
with the stubbornness as the grandfather of my mother said, is a chronic disease that needs
extra attention. Maybe there's a point too. Mom always wanted everything to happen
instantly, expecting me to change in a short period of time, something very
impossible. After all, what a hard thing it is to accept others as they are and let
someone becomes themselves?.
A week ago, my mom cleaned my bedroom wall of David's posters
the only one in the house had been violated by his mother's sovereignty, and of course the act was without
my sepengatahuan. When I came home and found the walls of my room were clean, I was furious
once. As a protest, I've wandered all day. I feel like I lost her daughter
because he hasn't been able to find it all day.
“Create what you think is true”.
“Toh the words have long found no place in your ear.“
My eardrum caught the peak of my mother's misery, mixed with sobs held back. If
there is a record selection of muri who are the children who often shed the tears of the mother who
winning the championship medal is me.
“Mother is, the ultimate liar who was never honest about his suffering”Mommy never gave up and stayed put with his efforts to change me
to be a real woman.
mother always patiently faced me, sometimes crying always she used to face me. Mother hero in life, she became the crutch of life, she became the guide grumpy, my dear mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not what you expected, being the best woman you'd ever be. Remember my childhood, they said I was always spoiled, they said I was always overwritten, you were always the best, you were always the best, think me floating, unthinkable, my dear mother, keep walking, even though the soles of the feet are full of pus, every prayer you always say my name best"o Allah make my son a filial son to parents, to be the next generation of the nation".Your every prostration you insist that I be the best in the world, I want to be always the best for you mom.I'm sorry for all my mistakes, I'm sorry for all the khilaf and I don't know myself. There never was
a single point of agreement that brings us together in an equation. All always
it's a routine menu of war between me and my mom. For the last thing, it often becomes
his highlight. Mother never gave up and stayed put with her efforts to change me
be the one woman I want, O Allah, keep all dangers away from her, make her cheap sustenance, long life, healthy always, remain the best, always,
