"Hey, come in here Joshua. I have things to show you." My mom called upon me one afternoon.
Mom is a sweet lady. She is all what a child needs. She cooks, does laundries, washes, gardening and cleaning without complains. I stepped into her room and saw a big mess! How can a forty plus lady make so much mess in her room?!
"I was cleaning the room and there are things I can't reach. There, up there my boy."
I took a box full of old photo albums from the cupboard and it was covered by layers of dust as though it has not been touched for centuries. I helped her to clean the albums with a damp cloth and all of a sudden, a photo of me dropped out from the album. I was five back then and I am riding my bicycle in the park.
It was a clear sunny evening as mom took me for a walk with my family at the park nearby. The flowers are blooming nice and sweet, the wind is whispering into my ears and the water ripples on the lake are chasing each other onto the banks. I was riding my favourite bicycle and met a few neighbour kids there. We raced together imagining that we are some sort of cool bikers.
"Joshua, it's time to go now", my mom called upon me everytime.
"Five more minutes, mom", and I ride pass her, everytime.
Mom knows my heart so well, she knows ever kids' heart so well. She understands that I do not get out to the park every day and if I asked for another five minutes, she is still fine with me. What a calm personality!
My gosh you wouldn't imagined how thick the dust is! As I went to wash the cloth, I stepped on another photo. This time it is me and mom in the kitchen and I was covered in choco flour and batters all around my face. Mom was dressed elegantly in an amethyst coloured night gown. It was my parents' fifteenth anniversary back then I was twelve.
That night as mom and dad drove out for a romantic evening date, I was so boring and wanted to make a surprise for them when they get home. I went through my mom's cook book and saw her favourite cake - Chocolate Fantasy. I worked the whole night and made a lot of mess in the kitchen and was covered in choco as what it reflected from the photo.
Finally, I baked out this so called cake which wasn't looks alike what it was shone in the cook book. Mine was so moist that the top layer couldn't just stay still wiggling like a jelly. Well, it was my first time though. As the indistinct car engine roars louder and louder, I saw the light of the car flashing into the living room. I quickly turn off the lights. they thought I was asleep and sneaked in the living room like a burglar. Just as they came into the corner of the kitchen, I turned on the lights and shouted "SURPRISE!!".
"What do you think you are doing? Making these much mess in the kitchen and what is that burning smell?" Dad was furious.
"Honey, look on the table," said mom sweetly, melting my buttery heart.
"Yeah, I can see it! It's a total mess! Let me get this clear boy," my dad pointed his fingers onto my face. "I am tired now and I can't stay up to make sure you to clean this, but we will do it first thing in the morning!" Dad slammed the table and gone.
I was sobbing and hesitating, "did he even saw the cake I baked for them?"
"Don't feel bad. Come, let's taste this delicious looking cake together." Mom is always so nice to me.
After helping mom to clean her room, I went out for ride on my motorcycle. On the way, I saw a little girl and she was crying, so sadly that I stopped and offered my sympathy.
"Hey there, are you alright? You want a ride home?" I asked her.
"I wanted to buy a stick of rose to momma, but I have not enough money," she replied without looking at me, continuing sobbing.
"What do you say if I give you enough money to buy it for her?" I offered. She nodded and smiled at me. That slightest smile, was unforgettable. It symbolizes a strip of hope and the moment of wish come true in the hardest moment. I rode her to a florist and she picked a white rose.
"Can you bring me to my momma?" She asked politely. She directed me along the road.
"Here we are, you can stop me here now. Thanks very much, stranger!" She shouted happily bringing traces of tears under her silky lashes. But, no, it wasn't right at all! We stopped outside a CEMETERY! That moment I saw her kneeling down facing the fresh dug soil, mumbling some words with tears all over her face, I felt the bitterness in her that I never felt before.
On my way home, I dropped by at the florist and bought a bouquet of roses. I reached home and presented this to mom the first thing I stepped into the hall.
"Oh how lovely these roses are! Thanks boy, I love them so much," mom thanked me with a warm smile on her face.
As she placed the bouquet carefully in a vase on the kitchen table, I heard a little cough from her. The moment she cough is the moment I finally realized how lucky I am to have a mom like her. Mom is aging as I grew.
I rushed up into my room and cried heartily, finally knowing that how much she loved me. When I was five, she gave me enough time to ride my bicycle in the park just to spend enough time enjoying the quality moment we have together while she still can; when I was twelve, she ate the chocolate cake so happily even it is burnt, just to mend my aching heart. Every piece of memory came and linked together as I flashed back the time we spent together. The tears of grateful and joy flows down my cheek uncontrollably that evening.
Today, I understand how great is the love of a mother to her children, and I realized that how much my mom loved me. Everything changed so dramatically since then, and it all started the day my mom called me into her room.
by Masqueradez... P.S: My essay for end of year test in 2009...
