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The Strength for my Soul
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free,
Set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you
-Bread
Whenever I talk about my mom, you're bound to hear of how wonderful she is. This entry is no different from the other posts I've spoken so fondly of this very special person.
Just the other day, we had a subtle cold war because I had reached home at 5.30 in the morning and had not informed her of my whereabouts. I admit, it was solely my fault because I had failed to acknowledge that freedom does indeed have its responsibilities. However that wasn't on my mind after I reached home. She took away the internet in that fit of fury and refused to let me turn on the air-con amid the heaty (pun intended) morning. Being the stubborn and prideful fool that I was, I refused to let her see my weakness and slept anyway. I had the whole house to myself that dry and dreary afternoon, which was of course needed time for reflection and realisation. Surely, I had come to see my wrong by the time she was due home.
A heart-to-heart was in place.
I'd expected her to nag til the cows came home, but much to my surprise, the words that she uttered were those of genuine concern and well, love. At that point in time, I felt like I should have been stepped on and regarded of as a piece of dirt on the floor. I was overcome with guilt because I had made her worry and even though I'd been spending so little time with her, she had no qualms about me staying out til late. She only asked that she was kept informed about where my unfilial ass was.
Oh, what a dear she is. I couldn't ask for more in a mom. She is without a doubt, a source of strength for my soul.:)
Rachel wrote in the pages of her life at 1:03 AM
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