Today is my beautiful mother’s birthday.
She would have been 80 years old.
I would have bought her a birthday cake and take her out for a special dinner. My beautiful mother suka makan steak for special occasion. With BBQ sauce. Sadly last year was the last time that we were able to celebrate her birthday.
I remember feeling a little bit annoyed that she wasn’t impressed with the bouquet of cupcakes that I bought for her last year. Now I feel a bit foolish for feeling that way because it must have been hard for her to enjoy the day when she was already in the terminal stage of her cancer.
I am sure that my beautiful mother knew already that it would be her last birthday with us.
Do I miss her more today?
No because I don’t miss her more just today.
I miss her more every day.
