I like the way you think, mom. Yes, they are red, so you thought you can put them together- but what you really wanted to do was to make me eat something in the morning, didn't you? So I guess you just put what was left over in the fridge.
I have all these interesting memories with you.
Remember one time you threw me like Jackey Chen when I was 10 when I neglected to give my takoyaki when your friend visited, cause that was the first takoyaki I bought with my allowance? And remember one time I put my face close to yours when you were sleeping and you shoved me like a man because you were surprised that I was there?
You never praised me when you brought me up, but I remember the two times you hugged me ever since I left my cradle. One time was when I got a reward for not being late or missing any class in junior high school and high school. And the other time was when I came back for one winter break in college, and on the day I was going back to Chicago. I was surprised, but embarrassed at the same time cause I wasn't used to that.
Honestly, I don't think I want to be like you when I become a mother someday because I really wanted more hugs and wanted to get praised more like other kids, but maybe you knew that I shouldn't be brought that way. If you weren't here, I wouldn't be here either, and I know you care about me a lot because you tried to make me eat those red tomatoes and red strawberries for breakfast so I don't starve.
Almost Sunday. Happy mother's day.
