It happens to me every. Single. Time.
Every time I go back to KL for a holiday, I can't help but leave with a very heavy heart thinking how I could have been a better son. How I should've spent more time with my mom. How I should've taken more pictures with her. How I should've talked to her more.
I really wish I could see her every. Single. Day.
Mom, thanks for all the home-cooked food. Thanks for the care and love. And thanks for simply being the most awesomest mom in the world.
I love you, mommy. Happy Mother's Day!
(P.s. - That's mom in the cool pants and me in the cool sneaks. Circa 1989.)