I Imagine The Day...

She's so strong, kind-hearted, and cheerful.
She loves to cook. She always cooks healthy foods.
She wakes up early in the morning.
Doing tahajud and subuh prayers, finishing the house-works, making breakfast are things she always does.
Dinner table chatting is something we used to do after having dinner. Deep and long conversation. Mostly about school life (then) and my college life (now). Or about some plans that I make for the future.
Every Ramadhan, she always be the first who wakes up in this house. Of course for preparing Sahur.
She loves gardening on weekends.
And there are more and more and more things I want to write about her. But it will going to be a very long post if I do so.

She is a very loving mother.

And...

I imagine the day she no longer wakes me up every morning.
I imagine the day she no longer prepares my breakfast everyday.
I imagine the day she no longer reminds me to buy food.
I imagine the day there's no more her laugh.
I imagine the day there's no more dinner-table-talk after dinner.
I imagine the day I come home and there is no her around.
I imagine the day she's gone.
I imagine the day she's no longer around.
I imagine the days I should live without her.

Death is one thing that will come to those who live.
And those who live can't run, those who live can't hide.

And we don't know how death will come to us.

I don't know why, sometimes, those thoughts come up in my mind.
It makes me think how could I live without her around?
And it makes me wonder how long it will take until that day?

I love you, Mom.
I love you.