..a world without filters..

My Mom's love letter.

I remember the first time I was on stage, reciting my when-I-grow-up-I-want-to-be speech. She was at the back seat of the many proud parents. I was wearing a mint green dress, with white ribbon pinned on my apple-cut hair. I used to bring my bottle milk on kinder class, and she would tolerate me..or else, I'll cry hanging on her legs. Our white-painted wall becomes a graffiti whenever I'm holding a pencil, sketching stick people, writing alphabets, and most of the time, my name that used to be spelled out as Rolene Kim. I remember being wise in an early age for I usually break my crayons into two so she'll be forced to buy me a new one, hoping this time, it would go beyond the primary colors. I think, that was the beginning of my underground painting and writing career.

One day, I went home feeling so proud after being the top highest pointer in the exam. So she prepared sardines and rice topped with margarine for breakfast. Commercials make mothers more creative, I bet. I cannot leave home without her putting handkerchief on my uniform, and my P3.00 baon in my pocket.

I feel like having the longest hair in the class whenever she would walk me to school. 

The older I get, the more I've come to realize how much of ourselves we owe to our mothers. That one day, that little girl she used to walk to school now walks with her in dress for a date, conversing with  her about life's harsh truths and bittersweets. I can now be her "handkerchief" in her graceful years.

Thank you mom for showing me the world of colorful crayons, of walls where I can freely write my thoughts, for the encouraging words when I feel like being not my best because I am always one for you, for listening to me since the day I recited my "All Things Bright and Beautiful", for walking with me holding hands, for hugging me even on humid nights. 

I know what it is to be in a world of pretensions, because you showed me a world without filters.

Happy Mother's Day!