To every person, Mother is the source of love and care. Protection we
always look for and being a Mom is the most beautiful thing in the
world. Mama is the universal language we know for sure. Mama is a
lighthouse in my life.
Mom always say that I definitely
look like Dad, but I think me and Mom share the same characters. We like to
laugh and joke and we never overly think problems but solving it
immediately. She has good sense of humor. With Mom everyday, every
moment is fun because she always find the funny side of each thing.She never complaint and takes everything, accepts everything as a blessing of her life.
One day, we just sat down at home doing nothing and she suddenly came up with traveling idea. So I took my camera and we quick packed up, picked up my Aunties and traveled to Gorontalo city (5 hours driving). Along the way, we did few stops where Mom told me to take scenery photo. That moment, I realized Mom has her inner photograph talent because every photo she advised me to take was cool.
She put strong religious foundation to me and my Sister since we were a child, teaches us words of pray, then she trusts us to come up and face the world as myself. The foundation that these days when I almost lost my ground, I realized, it saved me. She honor my private life and advised when I need. She accepts me for who I am and support every decisions I make.
For some of my cousins, Mom also like Mother to them. They always told me that she taught them to be a woman, a strong woman, a beautiful woman.
But...happiness is not always hanging on our roof.
In 2010, Mom was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, a kind of stem blood disease. There is only 1 in 1000 who got this kind of disease and I feel my ground shaking again. Doctor predicted her medical age lasts only 2 years. Me and Dad cried and I saw Dad stood-and-bow in night Shalat every night. We refused to give up to find her cure everywhere, anyhow. But Mom is a tough fighter, struggling with Multiple Myeloma and Chemotherapy treatment.
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Since then our life changes. Every day I came home from work, the first thing I do is asking Mom if she is okay. She never saw my tears when I rub her back with oils as spelling words of pray. Hope is what we have, what we fight for everyday to keep her safe. Mom's smile makes me stronger to work hard every day to make money and cure her because I believe there is miracle for her, for us and that's where I am going.
Mom always say that I definitely
look like Dad, but I think me and Mom share the same characters. We like to
laugh and joke and we never overly think problems but solving it
immediately. She has good sense of humor. With Mom everyday, every
moment is fun because she always find the funny side of each thing.She never complaint and takes everything, accepts everything as a blessing of her life.One day, we just sat down at home doing nothing and she suddenly came up with traveling idea. So I took my camera and we quick packed up, picked up my Aunties and traveled to Gorontalo city (5 hours driving). Along the way, we did few stops where Mom told me to take scenery photo. That moment, I realized Mom has her inner photograph talent because every photo she advised me to take was cool.
She put strong religious foundation to me and my Sister since we were a child, teaches us words of pray, then she trusts us to come up and face the world as myself. The foundation that these days when I almost lost my ground, I realized, it saved me. She honor my private life and advised when I need. She accepts me for who I am and support every decisions I make.
For some of my cousins, Mom also like Mother to them. They always told me that she taught them to be a woman, a strong woman, a beautiful woman.
But...happiness is not always hanging on our roof.
In 2010, Mom was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, a kind of stem blood disease. There is only 1 in 1000 who got this kind of disease and I feel my ground shaking again. Doctor predicted her medical age lasts only 2 years. Me and Dad cried and I saw Dad stood-and-bow in night Shalat every night. We refused to give up to find her cure everywhere, anyhow. But Mom is a tough fighter, struggling with Multiple Myeloma and Chemotherapy treatment.
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