Time flies. It's been 8 long years since the day she left. On Mothers' Day. Mothers' Day has always been one of my love-hate-occasions. Till now, i can still remember what happened that day, saying goodbye then leaving for my maternal grandparent's house for Mothers' Day celebration. Seeing mom's face after receiving the call, leaving in the middle of steamboat, sitting at the back of that red car on the left, looking out without a thought, seeing cars whizzed by and the lamp posts going past in a blur.. reaching the place. tears flow the minute my bag touches the floor. without even looking at her room.

sometimes i hope my memories can fail me.. but they seldom do.. i thought that after so long, stuff will sort of disappear and fade into nothingness. then it just take one spark to set the fire burning.. 8 years. has it really been so long? so long since i last celebrated Mothers' Day in tears?

yeap. move on. stop harping on stuff that i cant change.. i know.

then again, looking back is a way to determine how much we've moved on. isnt it so?