Spring cleaning my room with me at 1am no matter how exhausted she was from a whole day of activity.
Walking all the way to another street to get me fish and chips when the western store near my area was closed, even though I yelled at her over the phone.

Pasting glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling so I could stare at those pretty things every night before I close my eyes to sleep, how difficult was it for someone so petite like her?

Preparing my favourite dish whenever I said I would come home for dinner.

And so much more which I can never finish in words.

Is it too late now to realise how awesome my mom is? And to think that I was such a lousy, horrible daughter that had frequent tantrums & no manners at all. I love you mom!