Yesterday I got a phone call from a stranger. A chinese lady...She said " you jangan balik lagi , saya nak hantar bunga"
Then I remember..ooo, Mother's Day soon ! ! sure it would be none other than Famila, my eldest, sending flowers. Year in and year out without fail there would be flowers , beautiful roses sent to school..
My present school is a really isolated and kampung one, so much so a florist in Kangar didnt know where to send the flowers. She kept calling me asking for directions..and sure enough she went to the wrong school which has a slightly similar name...
Since it was a Friday , everyone has gone home and I was there waiting for her to turn up at the deserted school.. At last I saw a Honda drove in..
"Haiya, saya tak tau sini pun ada sekolah ma, ayo saya punya minyak kereta pun nak habis ooo.sini mana boleh isi minyak ? "
The flowers were beautiful as always. With a card attached. I love the words written on it.
"Happy Mother's Day mak, Thank you for every bit of love given to us.Sorry for all the trouble we made.Hope the flowers will make your day."
As always my thoughtful eldest will always write on behalf of the other siblings..
The words were simple, but I know it came from the very depth of her heart. Order bunga tu tru the internet..the effort she made...
I read it again and again..till the words blurred away with my tears sharing the beautiful feeling of being a mother....Its just beautiful and I love every moment raising the four of them.
Love those sleepless nights tunggu di tepi katil masa my angels demam,
love the time looking at them when they sleep,
love the time chasing them around dengan nasi di tangan masa they refuse to eat,
love the time teaching them to read when they were small,
love the time when I had to drive home like crazy to breastfeed them during my free periods in school, cause they refused susu formula,
love the time when they passed with flying colours in exams..
cried macam orang bodoh instead of laughing, when they went up the stage to receive prizes for being excellent in academic..
all the memories started to flow in effortlessly..
TQ Allah for all the happiness, for all the blessings.
And here I am standing with the flowers in my hands...leaning against the florist's car, photo taken by the nyonya herself..he he.