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  • There was a certain woman whom I don't like when I was young. She's against my decision to play farther to our house. Actually, I don't like anything about her. She didn't reach in high school, she couldn't understand English that much. She couldn't write well, and it sucks. I'm really ashamed of her. She left her husband years ago and now she's missing him right now. Like, what the heck? She chose to leave him yet she wants to have him back? She's out of her mind, that's what I thought every time she shares to me her experiences with her ex-husband.

    Whenever she's telling me how she was happy when she was with her husband, I easily get annoyed. Why can't she just shut up? Why can't she just wash our neighbors' clothes? She's just a laundress after all.

    Whenever we have our family gathering, or whenever we saw our relatives, they keep on telling about my wrongdoings. But she's always there to save me from the situation. She's always there to save me from my hardships.

    And that day, I started to see her as my superhero.

    As I grew up, my mind was enlightened about the things that I hated before. Like how she oppose on my decisions in life. On how she sacrificed everything just for me. That even if she didn't reach in high school, she is always giving her best to make me finish my studies. So that I won't grew up to be a laundress just like her. I started appreciating her effort but I still can't express it. Because I don't know where to start.

    I tried my best to show my efforts on appreciating everything she does for me, in my own way.

    But everything fell down into pieces when she was diagnosed into myoma.

    That was the first time that I prayed to every saint that I know just to save my mother. She's so pale, her skin is a bit yellow, her womb became big just like a pregnant woman. But she's still working, washing our neighbor's clothes just to finish my grade school.

    And here I am, worthless. I can't do anything just to save her from her situation. She does everything to me yet I can't save her from her disease. I felt so useless.

    I was outside the operating room that time. Hoping that her operation will be successful. I was praying that she can get through that situation.

    From where I seated, her words are still echoing on the back of my mind.

    "Diyos ko, huwag muna ngayon. Bata pa sya. Di ko pa sya pwedeng iwan." [Oh God, please not now. She's too young. I can't leave her yet.]

    I was crying on the inside, because after all, she's still worrying about me. She's still thinking of me.

    Yes, I hated her. But I hate myself even more. She was so selfless. How can I hate a woman like her who only thinks for my future? How can I hate the only person who accepts me when the world turned their backs on me?

    I keep on praying that time. I promised to myself that when she successfully get through her operation, I will show her how I love her. That I care for her, that I appreciate her efforts, that I can be a successful one in the near future.

    The Almighty One heard me and He answered my prayers. Overjoyed was just an understatement when her operation was successful. I thanks God that He gave her another chance to live.

    And now, we're hand in hand to face every struggle that we'll encounter in our lives.

    She's my superhero, my mother. My Epitome of Love.
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