Dearest Umi

I guess I'll never understand a mother's feelings until I have children of my own. I love my mother too much to describe. She's been my best friend and I've been hers. Ever since my father passed away it's always been just us two. It's been us two in family portraits and us two here and there. She's more than half of me. I can't imagine how worried she was when I got sick again. I'm not surprised my sister told me she cried. But I can't say it didn't tear me to bits when my sister told me that. And now Umi's flying all the way from Malaysia to Sydney... I'm happy, but there's this jumbled up rush of emotions at the same time. I can't even find someone to pick her up at the airport when she arrives because all my friends that owns cars have classes. She had to take care of that herself. And when she does arrive I'm not even here because I have my classes. She's leaving all her work and my father who is running for the election just to be here for me. I have to work harder and be stronger. My success and happiness isn't just for me but for the people around me.