Mum called yet again.

Doesn’t she know that I’m working? Or that I am busy practising? Or Skype-conferencing about the festival I have just helped launching?

Mum is not getting any younger. Sometimes I even forget that ten thousand miles away, two people are constantly thinking and worrying about me. I get annoyed, frustrated that they would call/text/FaceTime me every other day. Just because they are always there now, does not mean that they will be there forever.

I saw mum’s face a couple of days ago when we FaceTimed. As beautiful as she still looks in her 60’s, mum has a couple more wrinkles than I remembered. Her stunning hazel eyes were bright as stars the moment our screened connected and she smiled at me. Forever a crazy shopper for her daughter, mum never buys much clothes for herself (except for that GORGEOUS Armani suit I saw her eyeing last Christmas). She would always wear the same old jumpers and sweatpants as she did ten, twenty years ago. And the only make-up she wears.. actually, she doesn’t. Apart from L’Occitant moisturisers, she doesn’t even does a toner. Her skin is perfect. Life is a bitch, I’m telling you.

Not only does mum understand technology, she even uses an iPad. I mean, who does that in their 60’s?! She has three email accounts, Facebook (please do not try to be my ‘friend’ again, mum), WeChat and Skype. She sends e-cards, organises group chats, takes screen shots on iPad.

I don’t know what made me think of her tonight. But I really miss you, mum. Sometimes I forget to tell you, but you are always in my heart. Please keep on harassing me on my iMessage and WeChat, because ‘me love you long time’.