I was probably 2 or 3 years old.
It was morning, when I woke up from my sleep.
Golden sunshine filtered through the window shutters.
Seated on the bed next to me, my Mother watched me awake from my slumber..
She had the kindest smile.. the kindest eyes too.
Being with her always felt safe.
This memory might mean nothing much to others.. but it is one of my treasured memories I have of my Mother.
It is something that reminds me of her love for me.. and it keeps me human.
The sentimental side of me have buried it deep inside my heart.. thanks Ma, for this cherished moment in my life.