Crinkle 

I always believed it was fate that you brought me to life when Mother’s Day was drawing near, so that every year I celebrate my birthday and you celebrate Mother’s Day together. 

And you’ll never see this because I am a jar bottled up tight with all my feelings inside I’m too shy to spill, but I hope that you know you matter a lot to me.

Even though I am becoming increasingly hard to communicate with nowadays because I’m always so busy you never stopped revolving around me with care whenever you could, and I can feel it.

I can feel your love radiating even though your birthday present for me wasn’t extravagant, because materialism doesn’t define everything. 

But I hope, I hope I will do you proud even though whatever you said tonight stung me inside because deep down I am not sure if I will ever fulfil that wish of yours.. I hope I will make you proud some other way and still be your precious daughter.

It has been 17 years since I first came into this world, it is not the best place ever but you were always there directly or not to ease the impacts I had to face growing up, and now you are slowly letting me go to explore the vast world outside on my own because we both know that one eventual day you cannot hold my hand anymore.. and as much as I hope it never ever comes I am still scared. I am scared of everything that will happen in the future.

Mother’s Day is a day where mothers are acknowledged worldwide for their contributions, but it should not be the only day we appreciate them for existing. Thank you every day, every second, every moment for your contributions to me, and I hope you have a blessed Mother’s Day. 

When you smile, it’s bittersweet to see the crinkle in your eyes.