I feel like this day seems not made for her, especially now she's getting younger, physically, emotionally and MENTALLY everyday. Even a particular scenario has almost come close when I play the mother's role when she asks for some advices like a teenage girl. She was never a 'typical perfect mother', just like how others describe their moms in Facebook and Twitter. My mom gets so different everyday and I can provide enough reasons to defend this premise.
My mom has a model fixation, if tagging her as a 'camwhore' would not sound nice. My sister once told me, 'kailangan na ata ni mama ng P.A. ngayon' (I guess mom already needs a personal assistant), but then I holla backed, 'No, she needs a personal photographer, so somebody can take her pictures everytime she strikes a pose'. My Golly, she would not let every moment pass without pictures (especially when travelling out of town), so I make sure I am equipped with a DSLR with a full battery and memory space, plus her camera phone for her Instagram account! Oh and I almost forget to bring a box full of patience to avoid screwing the day. Thank God I got a passion for cameras and photos so I am willing to satisfy her photo-vanity every time.
My mom is a fashionista, from her colorful fancy tops, to animal printed pants, to shocking colored shoes matched with signature bags. No wonder why I am also a fashion blooded human being. This is a good thing for the both of us since we can use shopping time for bonding because we never get bored doing it. This is what I love the most about my mom because I don't have to pay for my shopping expenses anymore.
My mom is unconventional. Just like me, she always makes pauso, be it when it comes to her style, cooking and technology. She always try to figure things out because she never feels uncomfortable with something new. She mixes and matches clothes, cooks new recipe and even changes themes for her phone and gadgets every moment which I never did.
My mom is the coolest. She shares her secrets and asks for advices (yes, she's actually the one asking from me), keeps and maintains her 25-inch waistline and lets me buy new stuffs for me while I am open to tell her flaws, I can tell her stop bugging me 'cause I'm on a hangover and I can even puff on her cigarette. That's how we roll. We are never good girls, however we make sure we don't hurt others. To hell with them, after all.
My mom is real. She got pregnant at 15 and we never hide that fact. In fact, she had two bright, witty and beautiful babies who bloomed into glamourous flowers on golden pots.
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