The memory post.

Memories.

The earliest memory that i could recall from, is just snapshot of pictures taken when i was young.

Maybe when i was about 3 or 4 years old. I remember wearing nappies without shirts,

playing scramble with my brothers ( i had no idea what i was doing, remembering that i loved arranging the lettered-tiles when i see my brothers doing so).There were spider-catching afternoons and hide-and-seek at the playground.They would often play with their friends and leave me with mom.

Mom was a home maker at that time. We use to hang out alot. Morning markets, in the kitchen, at strangers house(when she has teas with other moms), having baths together, but mostly in the living room...where she would braid my hair and we would watch cooking tv shows together, and cartoons.

I had a small rocking chair that i love to sit in all the time, and my smelly soft toy rabbit which i carried around everywhere.Mom says i love to dress up, and like to change a few dresses before deciding what to wear..(still the same... maybe sometimes).. Mostly i remember her manually washing the clothes then scrubbing the toilets.

Then i remember patting her back every time she vomits..sister on the way!!!Then my sister came.

Then i remember being angry,I had to take alot of things for my mom, like nappies, powder, and pins, and baby clothes. And carry the baby and feed her. and love her. and take care of her.

This is her. 

A couple of weeks ago, she had to dress up, she doesn't put on make up and normally wears my shoes and carries one of my bags for these 'dinners'. This very memory came alive.

I remember, it was concert day in school. She applied make up for me-Every kids' dream. 

She even sew the skirt that i was suppose to wear for the concert.

My lips were red, pink cheeks and some eye-shadow.

She's not exactly an expert in doing so, i remember one cheek being red-er than the other.

I was 6, she wore a polka dot dress and my sister wore something blue.

When i was singing on the stage, i looked for her. Everywhere.

But there were too many people in the room. 

It was hot, and camera clicks all over the place.

I couldn't find her. But she said she saw me singing.

Now the roles are reversed, sometimes i help her dress up.

I cook for her the things she likes to eat.

When i paint her cheeks, both of them are of the same intensity.

While lining her eyes, i was taken aback. She's much older now.

Very much older already.

Seems like just yesterday dad and i were waiting in the car,

for her to come home from work.

I loved her hugs. And sleeping on her lap.

My turn to keep a look out for her, and i will. For my dad too.

Now there's a huge lump in my throat.