I am one of the few people in this part of the world who actually find their mum's presence much more reassuring/comforting than their dad's. My understanding of God is similar to how I see my dad. Everyone says he's around and he knows everything and that he's there to watch over me if I ever get into trouble, all I have to do is ask, but the more tangible and visible force that does all that has always been my mum, and I don't even need to ask, not really.

More recently, I realized that I may have to step into her shoes someday soon. Parents won't be around forever. It was while watching my mum lying in the ICU with an oxygen mask on and with a cue card in hand that said "I can't talk, but you should keep talking. Tell me what's new." in her hand that I realized there's no such thing as a weaker sex.

The fact of the matter is, though, that words are horribly inadequate to express how important my mum is to me, which is why I wan't posting about mother's day at all. This here is just a clumsy effort to express all of the ways in which my mum is the better half of me and she deserves much more than just one stupid day to share with all the mothers in the world.