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I always miss her. For the first time in 22 years, we got separated. All I can say is that I can't live without her...yet. I am big literally, but still when she cares for me, she still looks after me like a baby boy. I still remembered the day when big brother and I got sick. she attended our needs very well for us to get recovered and enjoy our days without having any illness. She lets us drink our medications without any delays, she massaged our backs with liniments so we don't have any difficulty breathing and never left us when we asked for something to make us better.

When I graduated Elementary, my mom was always there, not my dad. So did my High School and College. My mom never left me. She gave the biggest clap when I bowed down to receive my diploma in high school and she also shed the most tears when I graduated and got my degree in College.

I never said that I love my mom better than my dad. I should not compare them because both of them are my parents but dad was never there during my best and worst moments of my life. I can't blame him though because that's what dads do - forage to sustain the family. Whenever he went back home for 6 months, both of us kids really got shy when we got to talk with my dad. I don't know why. Maybe because of our bond with him was still that thin but for my mom, our connection is way too different from my father. Yes, it's true that when we ask something, my dad sometimes gives it immediately and for mom, we still have to prepare to listen to waves and waves of speeches and stuff, but I rather choose mom's.. I know my brother will not agree with it but I know deep inside he feels the same way i feel,too. I know.

Now, I am currently living with my dad. Same villa. thank goodness different rooms. I am not gonna talk bad things about him and all but I should just understand that both of them are different. Example:

1. Whenever I get hurt: mom asks why, asks more, makes me laugh; dad sleeps

2. Whenever I get disappointed: mom uses therapeutic words; dad uses no words only actions

3. Whenever I get tired: mom asks and asks until my tiredness will be gone; dad I don't know.

While I am writing this blog, somehow I miss my mom's shouting and raving. I also miss her cooking, and our dining out together. Some guys don't like going out with their mothers because they thought that mothers can lower their manhood thinking no girls will like them but for me, i pity them. the most beautiful girl in the world is just around the kitchen cooking for us and she's just around the house cleaning up our own mess.

I really won't be here today if it weren't for my mom. Gimingaw kaayo ko nimo, mommy. :( Happy Mothers' Day.

Once a mama's boy, always a mama's boy,

Baby Nikko :)