To Mom with love

I was never the kind that openly show my feelings. Of course when I am extremely angry it shows on my face. But to gently say something sweet, full of soft emotions, now that, I don't usually do. It seems weird. And it's even weirder when you feel like expressing it, but it's just not you. And you know it.

So when it's Mother's Day, that little feeling of wanting to tell my mom I love her amplified to an extent I almost said it out. Almost. So now, why is it so hard to tell somebody you really love her? This is totally different from, let's say, the time when you just couldn't find the courage to tell that girl you like her. Different. This is about not openly showing that feeling for so long, that when you finally wanted to openly expressed it, you forgot how to. Strange, but true.

So in the end, I quietly went to buy a cake, asked my dad to cook something decent, and we had a family dinner together, while watching Alonso trashed Micheal. Some celebration huh? Oh well, maybe someday I'll remember how to tell my mom, and my dad, I love them. As of now, all I remember is to help them as much as I can and be that good boy at home.