My mother fell down and broke her arm three days ago. While Rudi and I were deciding to send her a gift; we weren't really sure to buy her a birthday gift or a get well gift. We finally decided on a get well hamper with filled with wholesome goodies.

I have always been daddy's girl. My relationship with my mother has consistently been a struggle. I am ashamed to say this but with my mother, I have always been the worst version of myself. I cringe whenever I look back at our troubled relationship because through our constant fightings; I have said the worst things to deliberately hurt her. When I was young, I repeatedly told myself that I want to be the exact opposite of her. My god I was such an arrogant fool.

I had habored so much anger towards her and I hated how people around her take advantage of her because she is one of those people who never questions anyone's intention. Even during my generation, the idea of being a stay home mum was quite a rarity then. As we got older, her world became more and more isolated and it became harder and harder to tell her things because she had lost touch with the world.

I think it was only this year that I don't want/ simply refuse to fight with her anymore because I hate to admit how hurt I get whenever I fight her. When I went home some months back, I lasted one week without fighting with her, it's a really an accomplishment in itself. The thing is I think in life, we choose to take certain perspectives in life and I am glad that since we are still both alive, we are given the chance to start anew. So mum, Happy Birthday and you know what, it's hard to tell you I love you because I love you so much from the bottom of my heart. Happy Birthday.