Not like the others, I was not born to a perfect family.
Out of 5 siblings, I am the last (and cutest, kindest, coolest, you name it) one. My mother is a single mother, living her life to the fullest and making her dreams come true. Cliche as it seems, but my mother is my life inspiration, my idol and my reason for everything I do. Being a strong woman, she overcame every barricades in her life and now I can say that she's happy with what she currently have.
My mother's previous life was neither easy nor pretty. She had gone through things that I could never imagine of. She married a man about 35 years ago and gave birth to 4 children. And they were my annoying brothers and sisters. When she thought everything was perfect for her, she went into a situation where no woman in this world wants to be in. She got divorced.
And few years later, she met my father. And gave birth to an awesome angel. Which happened to be me! And again, life tested her with another divorcement. I can say that this time, she suffered a lot of 'pain'. As far that I knew, my father left me when I was still an infant. He went to Philippines and never came back since.
We never talked about him anymore. Not once.
My mother then raised her 5 children with her own pair of hands. She educated us, fed us, treated us, sheltered us with her endless love. Many years later, her sweat and tears paid off. Her children grew up to be successful and well-educated.
I didn't know much about her life before I was born as we rarely talked about it. But one thing I surely knew was my mother, Normah bt Ibrahim was a very strong woman with a big heart. Her warm smile could brighten up my gloomy days.
But what if one day I lose that smile? I lost my father's.
I don't want to lose hers.
