Chocolate Strawberry Yogurt Cake spells another birthday!

Looking out from the window, seeing how people gave their best to their daughters and sons. How envious I was. The made believe they would do anything for. Hiding their true self to show their best examples. Building up walls, blocking the negativity among the society, in denial much was, protecting their child.

Standing here, proud to say, my life was real and some things should be remained as fairy tales.
Eventually growing out of naivety.
Doing everything with will, love and passion.
She was more than definite of my decisions, the path I chose, and things I wanted.

If I wanted a daughter like me, I doubt I could ever be as good as she.

I'm happy not cause she praised, but when she's (occasionally) proud of whom she have raised today.
Sometimes I do feel that I'm sorry I couldn't take her pain away.
Maybe making myself a better person should be the only way.
To my dearest Mum, Happy Birthday.
If there was one thing I'd to thank her for it should be her trust in me.