Two years ago, Mother’s day time was the last time I saw Mama’s face and talk to her sort of face to face. We were on Skype and she cried right away upon seeing me. She was there front and center of the computer screen with tears on her face that was mirrored miles away in Surigao City on my own face. I was trying so hard to hide my tears in a noisy, crowded computer shop but decided moments later to just let it be. We’ve only been apart for five months then and it warranted that kind of reaction. She was wearing my ugly white shirt. It was so old and is starting to turn yellow but I just can’t part with it now. I will always remember that face, that look, that love pouring through small camera lenses.

She is my best friend and forever will be. I miss her today just as much as I miss her back then. Mother’s day is a reminder of all that she is to me and of the mother I aspire to be someday. Ours is a relationship that can never be severed even by death. I can’t wait to see her again and hug her tight and sing to her that mother’s day song that she loves so much.

There will always be tears on Mother’s Days. But there will also be flowers, and sweet memories and smiles because I know I’ve been given the best.

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