Mom, I bet every kid says this to their moms, but who cares Mom, I'm telling you this anyway.
Mom, the rebellious me, after so many fights and words of hate that were spit out, is shamelessly wishing you a happy birthday.
Mom, the things that I did, how will you ever manage to find forgiveness in your heart, after all those things?
Mom, how can I ever repay you for those times you supported me with words of courage and wisdom?
Mom, how is it possible that you're still with me, after all I've done in these past years, how is it possible?
Mom, thank you for the warm hugs.
Mom, thank you for the bandages when I fell down a hill that winter in 2003.
Mom, thank you for cooking tasty meals for me every day.
Mom, thank you for giving birth to me.
Mom, thank you so much, for loving me.
Even though I'm rebellious.
Even though I always give you lousy grades that don't seem to be enough.
Even though I talk back to all your remarks.
Even though I rarely do my chores and tell you I'm tired or tell you I'm studying or doing my homework but the fact is that I was just lazying around.
Even though I barely tell you I love you.
Even though I can't love you enough.
Even though I can't love you, like you love me.
Mom, even though I rarely say it, you should know Mom, you should really know.
Mom, I love you so much.




No one could ever have a mom as great as you. I love you Mom, with all my heart, and maybe even more.

And Mom, I really really wish that I could express my love for you in ways a lot less crappier than this.