yesterday i called mom, n every time we talked on the phone she always seems tired and weary.
but it never fails to put a smile on my face after talking to her.
yea, she's getting older day by day, n being the only physics teacher in the school n need to take care of the house and my two youngest sisters without my father at home is indeed very tiring for her.
i could count by the fingers of my hands on how much i have ever had a very personal private talk with mother.
n of course when it happens i would be crying my eyes out (means that i cant handle the problem anymore until i bursts talking about it to mom) n it just stopped that way. means she will listen for a while, and clarify the situation (but with my crying it becomes worse for her to understand), and then give an advice or two, n then she will continue whatever things she is working on with at that time.
it is very rare for me to have a personal conversation with her that fully satisfies me or soothes me.
yet i love her very much, n even with my heart is bursting to instruct my mouth to tell her that i love her, but i felt shy because it is not something that we do each and every time.
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