Hey Mom!

I miss our usual trips to Divisoria just to window-shop for clothes or pick out vegetables.

I miss your cooking.  You turn any simple food into comfort food that will always remind me of home.  Our cook-outs; the first time you made a really good pork-chicken noodle soup that made me forget what my name is.

I miss calling out your name whenever i come home from school. i don't need anything really.  It just comforts me to know that you're there.

I love the time when you stopped what you're doing just so you could explain to me what the poem "Footprints in the Sand" meant.

I love the way you mess up my name as a form of endearment.

i miss those times when we watch movies and cooking shows in the couch on lazy afternoons.  I especially remember "Somewhere in Time" where we skipped lunch just so we could finish it.

I miss your pasalubongs whenever you come home from somewhere - my favorite is, and always will be, is steamed corn.  And the way you would sing "Superwoman" while putting us to sleep in the afternoon.  And the way you joke around, tickle my belly, or pretend to whisper something in my ear but actually, you'll just blow on it and it gives me goosebumps.

We don't always get along.  We had our rough times.  It's a love-hate relationship most of the time but i believe those sentiments are for me so that I will grow into an independent, responsible woman.

I guess, what I'm trying to say is, I REALLY MISS YOU MOM!

And I must admit, you were right.  You were right all along.