Boxing day

Yesterday so many people came to see mum. At least 40 people.

:)

Mum is such a popular person. I am starting to gasp more and more just knowing how she helps others and also the participation she puts into churchwork. The singing people came too. Hehe. I like calling them the "singing people" because I like to think angels are also a choir of joyful beings. My mum teaches people in church singing too.

They put their hands on mother and prayed.

There wasn't much space for me to stand anymore. These fruit baskets, bird's nests and flowers. Really moved that people love my mother so much. I am so fortunate to have such a caring and meticulous mother. She even helps the lady who collects newspapers by assembling knick knacks from our house and clothes I've worn maybe once and stopped.

Mum is slowly getting better. Although yesterday she wanted to barf and then she felt so giddy. She turned and said she was sorry she was borthering me. I gaped and said no almost incredulously. Mum had brought me up, if we were to count how many times I had puked, choked and hospitalized and she had always been there unwavering in her care for me, if ,if we counted, I would lose miserably.

This time I had not even planned a trip to Singapore, so I didn't bring many things. I was headed for Sabah and we went into the jungles so I did not bring anything much except for some T shirts and sportswear. Definitely no makeup. And so I was standing there in my large glasses, big Tee and pony tail. Most people came smiling and asking my mother where her daughter was.

Hee. I know I can get away with murder, or do you think I could try and con someone of maybe a donut or two?