My buckeye memories

Mother’s day is coming up.
I have imagined the scenario to edge toward my mom holding a carnation saying “I love you” for several times.
But it didn’t work out.
The weird feelings would glue my eyes to floor, making me unable to look my mom in the eye.
It felt like there is something big sticking in my throat that deprive of my ability to speak.
Or maybe my voice would be saturated with awkwardness.
I can’t.
Just can’t.
I even quailed at the idea…
What a horrible daughter…

Then how about doing this with my sis?
If I ever brought up this idea to my sis, her jaw would drop and eyes bulged.
Okay, what a horrible pair of sisters.

For no reason,
I feel rather exposed to say stuff like “I love you.”,“I miss you” or “I care about you.”

Mom,
Thanks for everything you’ve done from the second I was born.
You are a patienct mom who read bed time stories when I was little.
You make me a better person and you give me the reason to be a better person.
I am exceedingly grateful to you.
“Happy Mother’s day.”



“I love you” I MOUTHED.