Mother's Day Breakdown

An hour or two into the shift at the restaurant, as families filed in with bouquets and gifts for their own wonderful mothers, I ran to the back and I couldn't stop tearing up.

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Yes. Homesickness. And it hit pretty hard and quick.

Didn't expect to be so affected, but I was. It would happen intermittently but I would keep breathing deeply and telling myself to get my head in the game. It was a very busy day; all the tables were booked and people were still filing in.

It was a terrible feeling, and it hit me pretty hard today.

I remembered my Sundays with my mum. My dad would be off playing golf early in the morning, so that would leave me and my mum to go off to hear mass and have our Sunday lunch. I am the youngest. So all my siblings went off with their own lives in other countries while I remained with my mother till the time was right.

I am here in another country. Now I have the chance to live my own life and build it up the way I dream it to be and whatever God will's it to be.

Be it I become a doctor, a nurse practitioner and/or an entrepreneur. God's will be done. And the best can only be hoped and to strive for.

I need to stay strong and keep myself together. I'm slowly falling into pieces.

Probably should use my feelings of homesickness for a positive energy. That's how sad I feel, but they deserve the best from me. So I'm going to keep trying.

Still breathing. Still breathing.


P.S.

Happy mother's day to all young and old mothers. You are the world to your children, whether they admit it or not.

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