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Oh hello. I am Narah and I am 18. Dark chocolates,marshmallows and novels are my favorite things.



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Saturday, January 16, 2010

moth·er
A woman who raises a child.
To watch over, nourish, and protect maternally.

Having a mother is a wonderful thing.
Though we do not always appreciate her, and too often take her for granted,
we are indeed extremely blessed to have mothers.
Mothers know what's right. Mothers know what's bad.
Mothers tend to know the weather forecast of the day.
Mothers always have you in their prayers.
Mothers never fail to make us feel special(in our own way),even though we have 8 other siblings under the same roof.
Mothers always take the extra effort to do something that she thinks we should have.
Mothers... I treasure mine alot.


And, of ALL PEOPLE, I am sure as hell, you would know the impact of having a mother in your life.
You would know the blessed feeling of having someone include you in your prayers when you are too busy to take five minutes to touch your head to the ground and say thanks. But the only thing that you're FAILING to understand here, is that YOU'RE A MOTHER YOURSELF.
So, when are you gonna start behaving like one?
When are you gonna let your children feel as special as I do?
When are you going to STOP MAKING MY MOTHER BE A SUBSTITUE FOR YOUR CHILDREN?
this sounds really direct and crass.
But im going to have to say it.
I am self centered.
I am obsessive.
I am extremely jealous.
I hate you.
I hate you for bribing her with your little ones.
I understand that as teenagers, we may not always take time to spend with her,go out with her, talk to her, say thanks to her, cuddle with her, want her, need her, demand attention from her, rely on her etc.
That's cos, she has raised us to be independent individuals who can take care of ourselves.
Definitely, sometime of the day, I feel thankful for my mother and her actions. I just do not say it out loud. I do not usually go up to her and say thanks, or hug her suddenly. Don't put it up my face. You don't do that to your mother. Heck, you dont even make her feel welcome in your home. Yet, you're always giving me the business of not appreciating my mother.
HAVE YOU DONE THAT? DO YOU ACTUALLY PLAN TO DO IT AT ALL?
I'm just turning eighteen this year.
I havent seen the world enough for me to think maturely all the time.
You're old.
You're a MOTHER. and yet, you never see that,do you?
Instead, you just push all the work to someone else. Have someone else to be a mother to your own children.
Undeniably,your own children are closer to my mother than they are to you.
And you always wonder why is that so.
You're more idiotic than you look,you know?
I guess it goes two ways.
Takes to hands to clap.
But I still feel neglected,
I will always recall Ms Selena Akbar saying that i have to start wanting my mother as much as those kids do.
You told me that two years ago.
Does it work? Don't you want to know?
Well, they didnt.
I miss talking to you Ms Selena.
I just wish I could.
There is more for me to vomit out...but sometimes, it just gets too personal.
but it doesnt change the fact,
i still dislike you.
& im thankful you're not my mother.
Im thankful for MY MOTHER.

XOXO.