Angels. An amazing being acknowledged to be pure and free from evil. Their beauty is extraordinary that it may hurt our eyes to even glance their way. Maybe angels are simply mystical creatures to most of us but I personally think contrarily.
I dare say that angels exist. Yes, they do. And no, you do not just see light when you look their way. I don't.
You see, my angel stays with me and well, she certainly is not a character from one of my fantastical stories. She is human, composed of 208 bones, packed with biconcave-shaped red blood cells and breathes oxygen like the rest of us mortal being. She is without a doubt, my mother.
She is an angel in her own rights. Not only is she caring, helpful and undeniably hardworking, she is also an amazing mother who would do anything humanly possible for her children-my brother and I. We do have our regular arguaments but they never last long, have never and will never. Sometimes, I wonder whether the both of us are connected by a a strong magnetic bond or something similar. Regardless of how much I try to, I cannot refrain myself from speaking to her. it's SIMPLY NOT DO-ABLE AND VERY, VERY IMPOSSIBLE.
She is in my every beat of my heart and her name is one that never fails to appear in each prayer I say.
So Mum, listen... No matter how vengeful or filled with raged I appear to be, it's simply an illusion.
It's not anger, neither is it misery. I call it LOVE.
How much do I love you, you may ask. And what I say is that, I love you deeper than the four oceans and higher than the blue sky above.
Nevertheless, I know that you love me much more. ♥
I will do you proud. I promise. It's a dare :) And I have taken it.
♥ lastly, just want to say...
Mum, I am sorry for hurting you so very often.
Teenagers can be very emotional but I know that I am a very naughty girl. Well, after all, I am YOUR lil' girl :)
>Here's to many more crazy mother and daughter chats!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
my angel ♥
Posted by ::..kavita..:: at 4:46 AM
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