...I wish You Knew
What is it that I want to blog about? My internet connection really sink today! No connection frm dont know what time till what time seh. Maddening. Lets talk abt myself.
I was once a VERY VERY Happy gerl till I reached aged the 14. When my mummy leave me in this world as the only girl in the family. Its not that my daddy dont do well in bringing us up but we dont feel the practical of LOVE anymore. I miss my mum. Touching my head, my shoulder, my hand, my forehead when im sick. Im all alone till now.
I dont understand man you see. They said they love you but how? Through the things they bought for us? Through the scoldings and nagging? Man. . . . Daddy, if only you are reading this, I guess u must have tot that I dun appreciate whatever you had done all this time. But I do. Just that I guess its different and im still comparing your love and mummy love. Mummy looked after me since baby. I dont have that much memories with you as much as with mummy.
I spent 90% of my time with mummy more than you. I only remember those special memories that gave me a special kind of feeling that I nbr felt before. When I held your back when you were praying and treat you like kinda of a fun fair machine when you move up and down. And I get whacked by mummy bcoz of disturbing you praying but it was nice. I LIKE! Those memories when you piggy back me up the stairs after every outing to reach to our flat. Or when you carried me in your right arm and bro on your left arm and zoooommm. . . up the stairs. We both always think you are ONE STRONG DADDY!
We love you . . . u noe~ But somehow, these 5 yrs when you took charge of everything and when mummy leave me and bro alone. We felt really empty. If you thought we were able to move on, we couldnt. Only GOD knows the emptiness in us. I can see it in my brother eyes and vice versa. We still need our mummy eventhough we are 19 yrs old and 17 yrs old respectively.
I remembered you quit your job during mummy last moments in life. You wanted to take care of her and be by her side till her last breathe. And you did it. Im proud of you daddy! You were strong. Down there im bawling my eyes out beside mummy who no longer is alive, and down there you arranged everything for her to be `discharge`.
The white curtain around her hospital bed were pulled to close. I remembered going into the small cosy white place. Just the bed, mummy with a bedsheet over her body and me and the white curtain covering us away from the world. Nothing but me and her. I went over to her. I pulled the bedsheet down and I see mummy face. The closed eyes, the sleeping face. And at that time she has no hair at all, only a bit. Due to all those awful medicines. I ran my hand over her head for the last time and I wasnt crying for a moment.
I was looking at her for the last time properly and every inch of her face to be kept in my heart coz I know that will be my last time with her ALONE. That few seconds of alone and with her. I was strong. I just want to share that moment with her. That only moment. After I ran my hand over her head for the last time, I bended down and kiss her forehead for the last time. That last kiss. When I turned around, I saw daddy. He held my shoulder and told me to let her go. I did daddy. I dun want her to suffer anymore from that cancer sickness. IT was really horrible.
Everytime she coughed at home and made her breathless, I got so panicky. You didnt know dat daddy. You were working and I was all the time taking care of her. I still want her to get well but GOD love her even more than me. This is my fate. I only got like 14 yrs to spend with her and my bro, lesser. She was a strong mummy.
At time when I was small, I did asked my daddy why mummy wont talk to me when I am talking to her. She will lie in bed and just shut herself out from the world, from her children and everything. Daddy told me she was very sick at those time. But I just dont want to understand. I tot mummy dunwan me anymore and hate me and is mad at me. But she was one strong mummy. She fought her disease the first time, the second time but the third time she let it go. I can see she dunwan to fight it anymore. She is tired. She wants a long rest from everything. Especially her sickness. I took care of her as much as I could eventhough I was only a kid.
I keep track of her medicine. A home nurse taught me how to do it. She made me write in this little notebook that she gave me so she will check on her home visit everytime and she made me felt good and I always see my mummy smile at me when the nurse praise me.
I told myself I wana make mummy really happy this time round. I wana give mummy the exam result that she could show off to her friends and families. So I study really hard for my PSLE. She motivate me and sit with me throughout the time I studying. And when the result was out, I cudnt wait to rush home and show to my mummy. She was talking to her sis, mak long at that time when I almost had a sprained due to too excited to run home to show her my very good result. I got one distinction, one A and 2 Bs.
I was too happy. I screamed at the door when I reached. I hug mummy really tite and show her my result. She was very happy. She told her sis and then I cudnt rmbr what she did. But all I know she was very happy to see my result. It was a big present for her.
She was really sick by the time I was about to step to sec school. But she still wake up in the morning, made me breakfast and sew my uniform when I said it was too big and long. She packed my bag and told me to have a good time at school and come home straight. And I did just that everyday. I was happy that I managed to make her happy. But all the good things doesnt last.
She just got more sick and more sick and I cudnt understand why the doctor couldnt cure her anymore. By then, I heard that the cancer has spread to her brain. I was really sad. Coz that is the point of time I saw my mummy gave up on getting well. She get more sick and more sick. She was admitted in and out of hospital duno how many time and due to that daddy quit his job.
Daddy want to take care of her. Daddy said, he can always find other job any time eventhough the job cost him his salary of $1,800 to go off. He said he can find other job after mummy get well. I said okie. But mummy never get well. She left me and the rest in this world to live on.
She left me, the only gerl, her only daughter alone in this world to face through every challenges as any teenage gerl has to go through. When I was really moody due to my PMS or when I am really sad and my daddy couldnt do anything abt it, I wanted mummy badly. But she never came. She did came in my dream a few time but recently she didnt come anymore. What happened mummy? I want to see you. . . even if its only in my dream. I really miss you mummy. I want to see you. Daddy thought I was throwing tantrums. But if only he understand.
He took care of me and brother for the next one yr after mummy passed away. Mummy passed away in January, the new yr starts and hari raya was juz around the corner. She left when hari raya was coming. You know how excited hari raya can bring us. But she still left me. I cried on the eve of hari raya with my brother. I want mummy! Starting from then, on morning of hari raya, I am alone at home while my daddy bring my bro to the mosque to pray and im alone at home.
I cried so much. . . usually on the morning of hari raya, my mummy will chase me around the house to put on the jewelleries and dress up and sit with me to watch the tv while waiting for daddy and bro to come home. But then, things changed ever since she is gone. I cried alone and I didnt watch tv. I dunwan to wear jewelleries anymore. Coz it stinks. It reminded me of mummy. I dun like. I told daddy to put it away. I dunwan to wear any of it.
And ever since den, the next 5 yrs, I didnt wear any jewelleries for any occasion except for that silver ring that I got with my dear fz. When he found that his children managed to get a grip, settle down in school and the new routine of no mummy around, being home alone when return home, he went out to seek for a job.
He is getting old. I felt the empathy in me for him. He said he want to find a job nearby so if anything he can rushed home. And he got it, God listened to him, he landed himself a job at YISS. The pay stinks. But we all managed to change to that kind of lifestyle of simplicity. And im thankful daddy for taking care of us and not getting married till now. I duno why but there are times I want you to get married, find yourself a new partner in life and that one person who will take care of you in your golden years.
But at the same time, I dunwan you to get married and move on in your life as if you never had mummy before. I hate it. I always wanted mummy. I want you to be that loyal lover who only love mummy alone and no other woman. But as I grew older and my maturity widens out, I felt I need to understand him if he ever find someone else to be with him along his life. Mummy . . . I miss you.
And in this world, if there is one thing or time GOD will ask me what I have always wanted and HE will grant it for that one time, I would want you back. Back into our life. I want to give you more happiness. To let you witness my wedding moments, the moments when I will give you grandchildren and give you the feeling of being a grandma. But you never get to feel all this or even watch all this, I felt really sorry abt this whole thing. I really want a mummy to be there on such special occasion. Or that mummy who will take care of me after I gave birth or when im sick.
And mummy, daddy is getting old. I am scared of losing him too. He is not much like you but he has done his real best for us. I want him go through what you were not able to went through. Those special moments. . . He has been complaining that he is sick and been to NUH here and there but didnt know what the real thing that is bothering his body system. I am scared too at time and I cudnt share it with anyone close enough with me. I wanted you . . . AGAIN! And I also know I cudnt get you BACK!
The feeling really is bad without a mummy around. And u know I cried during some nites when I feel really down or PMSING. Cry myself to sleep. I seek the understand of some people but they just said dey cudnt coz they have yet to go thru it. I really envy those family that is complete. I am aso mad at time when I heard people not appreciating their mummy and daddy when they are still alive. I hope they wont regret like me. I am sad for those who made their mummy or daddy sad. I dun understand but nvm. Who will help me understand now? No one. . . I miss you mummy. . .
And to my daddy, my thank you to you for loving and taking care of me to where I am standing now. And those who still has both parents, take care of them and at least said thank you to them one of these days when you are with them alone. Coz one regret I never ever get over was to thank you my mummy for being strong for me and taking care of me till I have grown big and she go off. I regret not being able to do that and I felt dumb till now everytime I think abt it.
I hope mummy understand what im thinking at that point of time. I wanted her to stay, not leave me. So many things to share and do with her. But she has to go. . . .There are time I wonder how close we can both be IF you still with me now. But no point wondering at all, coz it will never ever happen no matter how hard I try.
I LOVE YOU . . . Mummy!
I wish You Knew. . .
:'(