My Mamang is always with me...
She's the whisper of the leaves as I walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach in my freshly laundered shirt.
She's the cool hand on my brow when I'm not well.
My mother lives inside my laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place I came from, my first home...
She's the map I follow with every step that I take.
She's my first love....
And nothing on earth can separate me from her...
Not time, not space...not even death...will ever separate me from Mamang...
I carry her inside me, inside my heart.
Happy Mother's Day, Mamang!
I love you so much...and it's unconditional, just like yours.
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