Motherless daughters

I am jealous. Jealous of people with mothers alive and physically present. Mothers who they can touch and hug and say I love you to while looking them in the eyes. I am jealous of those who have mothers yet take them for granted.

Be patient with them. Believe me when I tell you, you will regret every single rant, every single impatient thought you've had when she's no longer there to nag you, make you kulit, and be the typical mother.

I have never been affected this much by someone's death, someone I never knew. Never.

And so, reality bites.

Hahaha, akalain mo yon. Hindi nga yung mixer yung dumating. HAHA!

Oh well, a package is still a package. I wonder what it is, though. It's not my birthday. d:

Edit: She says she had a feeling it was her mail that I received, but she figured it wasn't really a package. But the post office notice doesn't really tell you what it is you're supposed to pick up, right? d: Anyway, thanks, Mix! (: She got me an autographed CD of hers because they've been having this concert series in McCann and she was one of the performers. She also got me Tristan Prettyman's CD before, yay!