My other mom, with love. I know, it sounds weird - since she is not my biological parent, but she is still like a parent to me, very motherly... I call my 'other mom' as mama, see her a couple of times during the year and all (even though much less now since I am away from Brunei). She (mama Hajah Salmah) took care of me when I was little, when I was still a baby in fact. So I have always had a soft spot for her, even if she is not my biological mom. When I was about 4 years old, she gave me this kitten which I called 'comel'. (Yeah.. it was cute, often my faithful sidekick in my daily adventures. Heh.)

As years passed, I didnt really meet her that much. Just on the odd occassions. Each time I saw her, she cried. I dont want to make her tears fall, but each time she sees me, she reminisces of how small I was in those early days, how she took care of me, and now how I have grown up and all, and how she rarely see me and always miss me. And today, I am here, even thousands of miles away from her - I remembered when I first broke the news of my leaving, she hugged me so tightly as if she didnt want to let me go. I know, that decision broke her heart a little, because she has always told me that she felt much safer when I was 'within her reach'.

Oh God. I felt so mean. I havent called her at all this year. -__-" Because I dont want to hear her crying. Because when she started, my tears eventually welled up too. And what good does it do me, right? Sigh. Eventhough deep down, I know, she will cry anyway if she hasn't heard from me for so long.. But I did message her from time to time... and yet, this terrible feeling still has not disappeared. Plus I am scared. Sometimes, people say ignorant is bliss.. I only wish mama well.

I miss you too, mama. And I love you too.

*sob*