Today was a little unusual than my other days.
Unusual in a very good way.

I woke up earlier than I was supposed to, to deliver my client’s parcel and to avoid the crowd during noon time.
It was a quick one at the post office and I made the decision to follow my mom to the wet market.
On normal days, she’ll drop me off at work and go to the wet market alone.

When I was little, I used to follow her to this wet market once in a while.
Sometimes it bores me and most of the time I am too much of a sleepyhead to wake up early.
Today, it feels like those times once again. (Not the boring part of course.)

While mom was buying a fish, I shrieked.
She picked a fish that was alive out of the fish tank and the fishmonger killed it right in front of my eyes.
Oh I cant bear the scene and mom laughed at me.

I asked her a lot of questions.
Me: 600 grams of squid means how many can I get?
Mom: A few.
Me: Only a few? A few for about Rm15? (or was it Rm16 or Rm14, I cant remember) So expensive!
Mom: If not! You thought what?

Me: How much is the duck? Do they sell in small pieces?
Mom: No, must buy the whole duck or at least half. Duck is expensive.

Me: Walau! The prawn so expensive geh!
Mom: ‘Eat rice don’t know rice price’.

Me: How much is the lotus root?
Mom: Let the auntie tell you.
Auntie” RM4.50
Me: Rm4.50 for such a small piece? So expensive!
Mom: IF NOT!

Everything is so expensive! Salted fish alone cost my mom Rm24!
Oh poor mommy, on top of that she have to cook for us.
I do feel guilty for not mending our weird relationship sometimes, knowing that she definitely suffer more than I do.
But today was a good one for us, it is our little bonding session like old times.
I shall do this more often, even better that I can gain some knowledge from her on how to choose those vegetables and fishes and what not.

I finished reading ‘Anne Frank’ in two days.
It is a diary of a young girl in her teenage, a diary dated from 14th June 1942 to 1st August 1944.
The venue took place at a building in Amsterdam that has a secret pathway, a ‘Secret Annexe’ they called it for hiding.
Anne, her family, and her family friends hid there for a total of 2 years without stepping out of the building.
No one knew they were there except for her father’s friends who were there to help.
They were Jews and they have to hide themselves from the Germans, from the Nazis in order to keep themselves alive.
It feels weird to find that Anne’s relationship with her mummy is somewhat like my relationship with my mom.

Then again, at the end of the day both Anne and I knew that our moms love us more than anything though the connection sometimes might not be as strong.
Though both Anne and I love our father so much more.

Get hold of the book if you can and read it.
You’ll then discover how bless we are today with no sufferings and I sincerely thank God for that.
Most of all, I thank God that I still have my mom with me in spite of everything.

That alone means more than the world to me, without her knowing.