I miss you Mum. I miss your response when I called �Ma�. I miss your cooking. I miss chatting with you. I miss your chubby face. I miss you telling me stories about yourself before I was born. I miss the warmth of your touch. I miss your soups. I miss all the major and minor decisions you made for me. I miss the blooming adeniums that you cultivated. I miss how you made sure that I was never lacking in all the essential things that were needed to manage my disabilities. I miss your Pak Ki Ki Chi Soup. I miss the unconditional love that you showered on me. I miss listening to you hum What A Friend We Have In Jesus. I miss your Fried Fermented Bean Curd Pork. I miss you calling me �Ah Choon�. I miss you calling me �Babi�. I miss your Fried Teochew Noodles. I miss going shopping with you. I miss eating out with you. I miss having lunch with you. I miss having dinner with you. I miss how you comforted me when I was down and out. I miss how you had stood by me through thick and thin. I miss how you never gave up on me. I miss how you had always supported me on whatever I did. I miss how you massaged me when my muscles ached. I miss how you used to surprise me on my birthdays. I miss your soft gentle voice. I miss buying gifts for you. I miss holding you in my arms. I miss you holding me in your arms. I miss telling you how much I love you. I miss your Chinese New Year red packets. I miss the red packets you used to give to me on my birthdays. I miss your smiles. I miss how you nursed me when I was ill. I miss resting my hand on your arm as I fell asleep. I miss how you cared for me all the time. I miss the sense of security you gave me. I miss how you encouraged me to follow my dreams. I miss you mothering over me. I miss you wiping away my tears when I cried. I MISS YOU MUM.

Thirty seven years ago today I came into this world and cried for the joy of life. Thirty seven years later I am crying again, grieving for the demise of the woman who gave life to me. Spending this significant moment of Mum�s life, and mine too, by myself enfolds me in untold sadness.

I hope I was a bundle of joy to Mum when she delivered me. The Caesarean Section scar was still distinctly visible more than three decades later. The image of that scar will serve as a reminder of the pain Mum had to go through to give life to me.

Mum�s presence is all pervading today. I can feel the essence of her encompassing all of me. I sincerely pray that Mum has found eternal tranquillity wherever she has gone to. Eventually, I too will find solace in the path that Mum took and continue to live the life that Mum had intended me to. I love you Mum. May peace be with you, always.