That day I had dinner, I looked at her more
than I looked on my plate. As usual, she would
remove the bones off the fish and carefully peel
off the edible parts of the gilled, and un-hesitantly
place them on an unpopulated area of my plate.
However much I tried to reject it, I could only
allow her to gently place it on my plate, then do
the same back for her. This unconditional love is
without a doubt, something that my mother
would show for me. This intangible that I value
is the one that I will protect and cherish the most.

It amazes me how this simple action of selecting
good parts of the fish, and then giving it to
someone else actually says a thousand and one
other things other than "Eat more." A person
who gives up the last prawn for another who
hungers for it is likely to be a person whom you
acknowledge as Friend. A person who gives up
the last prawn after removing the shell to
another who hungers for it is likely to be a
person whom whom you consider much more
than a friend. As for Mother, she has done it
so many times for me, and only after an
enduring 19 years have I been able to notice
this at one glance. She has probably forgotten
how much she liked the good parts of the fish,
now that she considers the strands of flesh that
binds to the bone of the fish as her favourite.
I wonder if that's what she truly likes, or has
she changed her preference to suit mine?
The unrivalled power of love, and her devotion
disintegrated the armor of anger and
frustration crafted from the finest vex and
exasperation; I feel blessed as mirth lifted my
soul.

I can't help but to think that Mother has
changed her preference just to suit mine.
Grandma or Grandpa probably used to do
the same for her, and she's passing on the
baton. Such affection, something that is
exclusive to all living things that are capable
of procreating - will not be lost.

Being a sensitive person that I am, I actually
had to hold back tears as these thoughts raced
through my head. It pains me even to see
other beings mistreating their parents. Duly
unforgiving.

Moving on from being so emotional -




















Here's what I have been working on in the
past couple of weeks. I don't know how much
time I spent, as I did it during the scraps of
my free-time. Probably a total of 6-8
productive hours.

A picture from the back cover of a random
Maxim cover that was left in the cupboard
that was allocated to me in my bunk.

Done using 2H HB 2B and 4B.

(I still yearn for a tablet.) =(