Oh ibu, I am so missing you.
I would like to thank you for being patience, with all the shits that I put you through...
I could still remember how you cried for me. Squatting. Reaching for me.
While that bastard slammed the door to your face.
The love I feel for you is SO emotional, that we always endup fighting against each other, EACH time we met.
And most importantly Mak, I know God's love. Thru YOU.
It's not my birthday, Mak.
It's MY MOTHER'S DAY.
I can never, thank you enough...