Sometimes I force myself to look on the bright side. Because bitches can bitch all day long, but I know for a fact that in some point in their life, they had a mum, or a mother figure, and at one point in their life, they must have loved the mother so much.
And no one is evil by its own.
TIL John Lennon’s dad left him when he (John) was only an infant and the mum passed away due to an accident when he was 17.
TIL 100 years ago, Anna Jarvis who campaigned to honour those mothers in one special day in US and it was celebrated since, on second Sunday of May.
TIL, when I googled (omg, why are you still using Google. It’s EBILLL) about Mother’s Day, one link captured my eyes.
It’s the first Mother’s Day without my mum when she passed last October. It has been 22 years since my husband lost his mum. So we do not have our biological mother anymore. Technically we are motherless child.
That’s a word that is hard to swallow. Or to even accept.
I saw beautiful Mother’s Day cards which I know she loved. Then I realised, I no longer have a mother to give it to.