I grew up with Mama. Papa is working in the middle-east for almost 10 years and she’s all we got in the house. I’m the fourth child of 5 and the youngest of three boys that’s why I consider myself as a mama’s boy in so many ways. I suffered two 50/50 medical conditions because I’m a hyper kid, perhaps I have ADHD and I also have a weak heart so I’m always in her radar no matter how busy she was.
I remember when I was in grade 5, I took a periodical exam and I got a perfect score in one the tests so my teacher could not believe it and start speculating that I could have cheated, so I went home with a disdain mood and told her the story and she got so mad and confronted my teacher the following day and said to him, “Don’t ever call my son a cheater, give him another set of exam to prove you wrong!” and so he did and I still got 100 and Mama was so proud of me…
She is my inspiration; the five of us look up to her as our guide.
Happy birthday, Ma! All our love is yours forever…
I remember when I was in grade 5, I took a periodical exam and I got a perfect score in one the tests so my teacher could not believe it and start speculating that I could have cheated, so I went home with a disdain mood and told her the story and she got so mad and confronted my teacher the following day and said to him, “Don’t ever call my son a cheater, give him another set of exam to prove you wrong!” and so he did and I still got 100 and Mama was so proud of me…
She is my inspiration; the five of us look up to her as our guide.
Happy birthday, Ma! All our love is yours forever…
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