Sting: My Hero...

From Sting ~ Magical Milestone, Malaysia

My mum was a special person. Okay, I know most people think so too... (^o^) but to me, my mum was the best mum I could ever ask for. True, we had our differences and many a times, our personalities clashed big time!

Back when I was young, she was my hero. She was so talented. You see, she wore a lot of hats. On top of holding a full time job, she was also my teacher, counselor, disciplinarian, barber, dentist, fix-it-all, fashion consultant, the list goes on... She would fix my toys, help me with my homework, tell me alien stories (not those scary types but the non-fiction types), build my brother's bed (yes, from scratch!)... you get the idea. She was the one I ran to when I was happy / sad / upset / excited. One thing she wasn't good at was cooking... I can't remember her slaving in the kitchen to present a 8 course dinner in an hour's time! Meals were simple get-your-nutrients-and-get-out-of-the-kitchen affair! hahahaha!

When I was in my early adulthood, I started to debate with her more. I guess the ability to earn my own income sort of gave me the passport to freedom or so I thought. I could see that it pained her sometimes to see her once "good" girl has changed... I started to have my own ideas how I want to live my life and she didn't agree with some of these ideas. It wasn't like I was doing anything against the law, but more like different opinions. And we spent a few years almost not speaking to each other. Ya... that bad...

After that few rough years, we gotten back on speaking terms but were not as close as we used to until something happened. She was diagnosed with cancer. The doctor called me in (and asked her to wait outside!) and told me that it has reached the "no cure" level and asked me if I wanted my mum to know. I told him my mum was a strong woman and that I do not want to hide anything from her. We cried and hug and held hands. That day was the worst day of my life. She spent the last few months of her life staying with me since it was easier for me to send her to the hospital when she had to. During this time, we spent time talking about the good old days and I took care of her needs when she was bed ridden. Guess things had come a circle now. I do miss her...