My Super Woman

I remembered every ounces of strength she portrayed in front of us when we were young. She single-handedly took care of household. Without fail, she woke up early in the morning to finish all the housechores - cleaned the mugs/cups, boiled water, washed and hung the clothes, swept and mopped the floor, cleaned the house, prepared breakfast for us - all done in 2 hours - before she headed to work. Came home from work after exhaustive day, without complaining, she proceeded to cook our dinner. During meal time, she ate the stomach part of the fish, gave the good part to us. Sometimes she said she just wanted to eat vegetables and asked us to finish the meat. In bad times, I caught her eating small bowl plain rice in the middle of the night while told us during dinner time that she wasn't hungry and did not need to eat. She let us enjoy balanced meal while she ate simple food. Never a time she complained. I learned from her this value of strength. She is still as strong today. Sprained her ankle, she could still laugh about it and not fret. She is my mom - my superwoman.