Like no other.

She made me breakfast but none kept for herself every Sunday morning.
She read me Aesop's Fable's A Story A Day every night.
She had the prettiest paper cutting skills in the whole wide world.
She sharpened our woody colour pencil with a blade by the swing every Saturday evening in grandma's garden.
She insisted sending me for art classes when I was 6 years old.
She never wake me on a Sunday morning despite her waking up at 6am to get chicken from the market.
She wrapped all my textbooks and checked my homework every night until I was capable to do so on my own.
She let me switched kindergarten when I'm unable to cope with my initial one.
She bore with my ill tempers of many a times being jealous over the extra attention I thought she gave erjie.
She accompanied pa on every journey pa made to penang just to personally fetch us home.
She worked her whole life to earn us what we now call home.
She's like no other.
Love you always mum.