When A Million Thanks Wouldn't Ever Be Enough

Looks like there were too many melancholic postings for the last a couple of days, eh?
But not to worry! I'll submit something else now. Sorry for the personal thingy, okay? :p

Today's the 22nd of December, which (necessarily) happens to be a special day for every mother.
To be honest, I never call myself a sensitive-romantic kind of type, who buys my mom flowers or gift in this very moment every year.
This morning, it even cost me my pride to congratulate her.
Dua kutub yang bertolak belakang, that's how my Grandma describes me and my mother.

In the same time, I'd feel a bit blameful ending up this day without writing something about my mom.

Here are some pics of hers. Just got them from an old photo album. They're still really printed in B&W.

It's her just after she gave birth to me. It was a normal delivery.

Tadaaaa... There goes her anak durhaka coming into this cruel cruel world. That's me...

Three month old Ira.

Dua kutub yang bertolak belakang.
Yes, Grandma was right.
Me and my mother.. We had huge fights, conflicts.. For too many times.
Had a whole different points of view for almost every, single, thing.
When she says A, I would selfishly do the Z.

Even so, she will always be someone I'd give my life, my everything for.
No kidding. No jokes.

For all her unconditional love that have got me to who I am right now,
When a million thanks wouldn't ever be enough,
And if only she can read this,
Here's her daughter, wholeheartedly saying, "Selamat Hari Ibu, Mama".