Tour of My Existence

Sunday Morning.
A love song played on the radio.
Mum is cooking. Stir-frying, actually.
Lempeng, some kind of roti canai.
One of my favorite food.

A mother's recipe is the best, right? [source]

While watching her back, I started thinking.
How do I live without her?
Stir-frying a lempeng isn't easy. For me.
I've been trying a couple of times before.
It need skills. Even though it seems easy.
But when I do it, it's full of holes.
So, how do I live without her?

This isn't just about her cooking, which is one of the best thing about her.
This is about her everything.
How she struggles to do her best.
How she satisfies her husband.
How she raises seven of us.
How she keeps problem to herself.
And how she lives, through the day.
I can't imagine one night without you, mum.
I can't imagine we can't watch movie together at night.
Spending our time together, laughing about nothing.
I can't imagine when in the morning, you're not there.
Knock on my door, to wake me up, to go to work.
I can't imagine how can I drive your car.
And you sitting at the back, just like a VIP.
So, I can't imagine all of those thing.

To my father as well. [source]