it's funny how much i was against my mum when i was little.
admittedly she wasn't the mum i read about in books, because of some epic conversations i remember to this day--
scenario: me and siblings brawling over something.
me: ma! look at fann/tao!!
fann/tao: no! ma! look at min!
mum ((epitome of chicness: hey, you guys fight it out to the death, winner come talk to me
that doesn't mean she loves us any less!
wishing every happiness to all mummies in the world.
and rock on, ma!