During her younger years, I saw her go every morning after she takes a shower and run to play with her cousin in her grandmother’s house. I saw her go when she first entered her classroom during her primary schooling. I saw her go when I permitted her already to commute by herself in going to school during her high school and college years. And the most touching moment I felt -- I saw her go when she walked the aisle during her wedding day and I couldn’t really resist crying that day. The truth is -- I really hate crying because it makes me look ugly having puffy eyes afterwards. (‘_‘) Who likes to cry, anyway? I’m just being human and a mother.
Last Day of Shopping