Tonight I cooked chicken curry for dinner. The chicken is a little smaller than usual, plus chicken curry is my children's favourite, so naturally my children wanted more than what was put in their plates. Rebecca asked me if there was anymore chicken in the pot. I took a piece of chicken from my plate to give to her. She looked at me for a couple of seconds, as if asking if I really wanted to give her the chicken. I then said to her "yes you can have it, I am not hungry." She started digging into the chicken.
Then I remembered I had heard before the exact words I just said. I had heard it so many times before, from my own mother.
Whenever I needed more, Mum was always ready to provide. She could have done with the food herself, but she gave up for me. And to make me feel good about it, she lied.
Mum, it took me a long time to know some of the things you have done for me. I may not know everything you have done for me, but I do know that you have done a lot, and more.
Sometimes it hurts to know that there is so little I have done for you in return.
Mum I am sorry ... I did not understand many things you did for me when you were with me.
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