For a Mother.

The most hardworking person I've ever met, even to this day, is my Mom. Ever. I've been working a lot lately, but this is peanuts to what my mom does everyday. She's a stay-at-home mom, but the amount of work she's done is incredible.

And I mean it. Incredible.

I'm not going to delve into the details; I think it's enough for you all to know how much I am amazed to her feat. Amazing just doesn't cut it. There's no word for it. I'm running out of expression.

Why am I suddenly talking about my Mom? Well, the reason is because today my emotional burden gets a bit heavy. My heart hurts, and everything. I wanted to post something melancholic, something tragic, but then, I think about my Mom.

It's so very rare that I saw her feeling sad. Really. Angry, perhaps, and happy. But not sad. She's just so unbelievably strong.

And again, compared to her burdens, my pain is nothing. I am hurt from so many things. But my Mom is very strong. Here I'm hoping that her blood, running inside me, will somehow share me such a strength.

I love my mom. I really do. I may as well kick myself hard in the ass if I don't.