# 77
Sunday, May 10, 2009
{ 10:29 PM }

Happy Mother's Day to my beloved mother, Sutinah Sukiyar. Without you, I'll not be sitting here, updating. In nicer words, I'll not be able to see this beautiful world. Every morning, I'll always wake up, looking forward to seeing you. You've sacrificed a lot for me since the day you had me inside my first home, your womb. Going through the nine whole months of hard times is a big sacrifice. You never failed to make me happy. Sometimes, you would hurt me with your words, but I didn't mind because it was for my own good. I'm not able to say all this to you in person because I don't have the guts to because I'm so shy. Only Issha knows how it feels like. Right, babe? What matters most, I love you and I appreciate every single thing you've done for me.
I didn't mean to fight back your words all this while. I don't even have the guts to apologize you in person! But, I'm always sorry for what I do wrongly. As your only daughter, which you can only depend on, I always try my very best to do well in my studies to make you proud. Whenever I succeed in something, you'll always be the first person to be told. I want to do well in my major exams this year, proceed to the next level, graduate from my secondary school with a certificate, go to my dream school, get a good paying job and enjoy life together with you and the rest of the family.
Whenever I perform my prayers, I'll always pray for you to be blessed with good health and longevity and also to be protected because I know, you never failed to pray for me. You've been guiding me through out my fifteen years. You are always there for me whenever I need you. You helped me a lot when I had my first accident. When you saw tears rolling down my cheeks, you used a tissue paper to wipe them away. You helped me to change before I went for an x-ray and you even helped me to the wheelchair. Through out that whole week of pain, you sacrificed a lot for me. You had to carry me so that I could get up from the bed. You cooked my favourite dishes so that I would eat. You had to walk with me to everywhere we went despite how horrible I looked. You would hold my hands to make sure that I was safe. You kept reminding me to pray because I should be thankful to God as he gave me a chance to live. Every night, you would help me to clean my wounds and helped me to bed.
But, you've done a lot more than this. I can't list down everything because there are a lot of sacrifices. Once again, thanks for being with me all this while. Thanks for sacrificing for me. Thanks for giving me everything that I want. Thanks for guiding me. Thanks for every single thing. Ibu, you're the bestest mother. I love you, always.