Dear Mom

Dear Mommy,

I’m not sure if I told you this, but it was August 2013 when I decided to come to Dubai. I told one of my mentors back then that I felt like I was growing up without really knowing my mom. You came home twice for at least a month; I came to Dubai to spend one Christmas with you; came back yet another time but my heart wasn’t sold out in staying here with you. But at the age of twenty-four, I started to long for my mother.

I was battling within myself, wondering if there was a way for me to split myself in half so that I can stay with Papa and Paolo, and be with you at the same time. But eventually, the little girl longing for a mother won and the rest is history.

Flash forward to now, I discovered a lot of things about you; about us. We are different in soooooo MANY WAYS. Our skin color alone makes people wonder if I really came from you πŸ˜€ We don’t always see each other eye to eye. But I find it funny how we somehow like the same things (mostly food).

I feel like a kid all over again because I have you with me. Different with Papa because I was the one taking care of them during your absence.

I came here because I wanted to have a mom and not only did I get it but I found a best friend as well. There might be moments when I feel like swaying from the purpose of why I came here, but every time we have an argument God reminds me of why I came here in the first place.

So this is me saying thank you for all the wonderful things that you did for me.

You’re the first person who ever shared your faith, you taught me how to sing the 1-2-3- Jesus loves me song, and from then on I believed that song as a child would. You made wonderful meals for me, every single day. Your patience is incredible when I start to act like the mom and nag you because of your short shorts. You make me laugh because you’re just a natural comic (sometimes I roll my eyes). You don’t mind me wearing your trendy clothes. You were the source of my strength when I lost Papa; I don’t show you my tears anymore because I know you hurt way more than I do whenever you see me cry. But the best part – you love me unconditionally no matter what.

Since it’s Mother’s Day, I chose the photo that makes you shine the most πŸ˜€

The list is endless Ma and me being alive right now is just enough for me to say thank you. God really knows what He’s doing when He made me in your womb (we’ll talk and cry about it later πŸ˜€ ). Any child will say that they have the best mom in the world, and I will say the same thing. I have the best mom in the world and even if God asks me to trade moms with someone else, I won’t. Because I’m not me if you’re not my mom.

I love you and Happy Mother’s Day!

Love,
Your Kulasa

 

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