Grey hair

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I used to pluck a grey hair from my mom, ever since I can remember . Sitting or laying in front of the television (usually), while she's watching the television and I will focusing on her hair, or having a girl talk, we will talk about everything, sharing, gossiping, deciding while I'm struggling searching the fine line between a thousand black hair.It's super hard and sometimes it could take more than hour to look for five or six of it. Well that's fine, that's how we spend time our time together it wont cost you anything instead bring the closeness to us.

But.. to be true it was back then, before I started to go to college. I'm not touching her hair ever since then and I can see that her grey hair grow a lot more than before, and it become more obvious day by day. Each time I come back from the college I could see the amount of the grey hair getting too much. Sometime when she talked about dying her hair back to black we would tease her, she look cool with that hair you look like a rogue from X-men, then a burst of laugh coming of course.

And at one moment I’m realise, she's grow too much grey hair that's mean she's getting older, the time getting shorter seems that I'm too busy with my live look how much grey hair that I did let them grow on my mother head. Recently she always get a back pain or headache, It was not like back then she used to be so healthy and did everything on her own. knowing my mother, I know how strong and independent she is.

This posting is not for for Mother's Day or Her birthday or whatever special day. For me, as long she is here it's a special day. Everyday. I don't care about her nag everyday how she use to talk about everything all over again sometimes, sharing a same things. As long she is around it will be fine. Nothing could buy our moment that we created together.

Appreciate the one who gave a birth to you while you still can. You don't know how much she can shower the love back. Show that you love her, even a small things could make her so happy. Give her a flower even is not one her birthday, or cook for her, or if you are far away from home get back sometimes. The person that you should appreciate the first and the most is the one who you came from. . .