More than 160 people scribbled on my Facebook wall, wishing me Happy Birthday; More than 20 people tweeted me their birthday wish; plus virtually countless SMS that I received. Thanks for all the birthday wishes everyone. I am really touched with your gestures. I am really happy that you guys took the trouble to celebrate my birthday. I am really, really happy...however I can't help but feel the emptiness in the crater deep in my soul. I celebrated my birthday with my daddy, wife, son, friends...but not the one who brought me into this world. I didn't celebrate my birthday with my mom...
It is my birthday Mommy...
26 years ago she endured labor pain and suffered a lot to bring me here. It's a shame that I can't cut my birthday cake alongside her. It's a shame that I can't kiss my mommy and thank her for everything she has done for me. I haven't been able to celebrate my birthday with her for the past 3 years...and neither will I again in the future. All I can do now is place a slice of my cake on the ancestral altar for my beloved late mommy and say, "It's my birthday mommy!"...
I will be standing by your side one day mom...
I will be standing by your side one day mom...
