After serving as full-time missionary, I live separetly. I work for my own and blessedly able to stand for myself. My parents live in our old house, it's a little far away from where I live. My mother stays with me in the weekend. I give her monthly allowance, never forget special occassions for her, and treat her out. I'm thinking of her most of the time but t I forget to tell her that I love her and that I care. One time, as I attended the Relief Society class, the RS President presented a letter for mothers. A letter goes like pleading her son/daughter to extend understanding on her, have patience, give time, and listen. it was stated there that the mother did her best while the son/daughter was still young, she's just longing for a simple care, touch, and love. The letter is a little longer than I could narrate. I honestly couldn't stop and hide the tears falling from my eyes. I've felt wrong with me. I am only focus on what I could give to my mother, I realize then that I should be more focus on what she needs. Most of the time, I am not able to listen to her without thinking that when I was younger, she gives her ears for me. I know my mother loves me. From that time then, I give time to her. I promise I will be a friend beside her. I know she's happy for me because I could live strongly but I know it's isn't enough. It's my time to show her that she could lean on me. I know she's the top mother for me. I couldn't pay the price....and no one can replace her...My mother is best gift I have ever have in this life whom I haven't notice for a long time...I 'm thankful that I still have the time to change for her...

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