HS days.. I told myself I should start acting like a normal teenage girl. I was almost always inside the house.. I enjoyed cleaning the house back then.. but I super hate cooking.. You can always hear my mom complaining about having a daughter who never cooks. I hate veggies that time.. If my mom prepared veggies, I told her I would starve myself to death.. but she was a strong headed woman..I was always provoking my mom.. testing her limits was always my goal.. but she'll just answer me with a smile.. and say OK.. I will not tolerate such behavior in my house.. I will not eat with them knowing that she won again.. I get to have my own way, but in the end, I would end up following her (well.. patago nga lang ako kung sumunod).. One time, I waited for them to finish and sneaked out to the kitchen.. I was so famished.. I gobbled down the veggies she had cooked that day. Oh my.. My final thought was.. ANG SARAP NAMAN PALA E... Later on, I started eating veggies.. but still I was the imperfect daughter who never tried to please her mom..
College days.. I can cook.. congratulate me.. ask my specialty... well for the 1st time... i can cook hotdog and noodles.. haha.. anyways.. mom never tried to push me this time.. she just let me do my thing.. I told her... I'm a growing kid.. or at times.. I am tired ma.. but the truth is.. I REALLY HATE COOKING..
AS I GREW OLDER...
I grew up knowing that mom will always be there to cook all my fave dish..
UNICA HIJA GOES TO DUBAI
I went abroad without the know how... venturing on my own has taught me lots of things.. I have to tend and look out for myself.. not to mention.. cook my own meals.. from there, I always call mom for the recipe of this and that.. COOKING is quite fun din pala.. plus.. my relationship with my mom had blossomed over the years.. Distance made us closer.. weird as it may sound.. the more I live farther, the more I love her and miss her.. There was never a day that I wouldn't call her or text her. Every time I go out malling, I always bought something for her coz I know she loves them or that she wanted to have one like that (whatever it is).. She was the type na hindi humihingi kasi.. You just have to know by instinct.. and I BELIEVE I AM ALMOST CLOSE TO being the PERFECT DAUGHTER for her..
UNICA HIJA GOT MARRIED
I went home when I was 7 mos pregnant..
PREMONITION?
We had bonding moments before mom died.. BONDING AT THE KITCHEN.. I told her that I wanted to know all her secret recipe for her specialty... lenggua.. hamonado.. buko pandan.. she told me everything.. gave me instructions.. the problem with me is that.. i still have this in mind.. MOM WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND.. so I never wrote down every thing she told me that day..fate took a different course.. I lost my mom..
MOM GOT SICK..
Mom's body detoriated so fast, that I feel as though I was only watching my life on a tube and then sombedy changed the channel.. this time.. I WAS the one who took in charge of her kitchen.. cooking meals for her was something I would love to do over and over.. If that would bring back her health.. I CAN COOK forever..
ON LOSING MOM..
so... here I am.. starting from scratch..
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