Chapter 0

I can feel the cold June breeze flowing through me. Days after the funeral, me and my husband went to Mom’s house to clear stuff. It was the same house me and my brother grew up, and I can feel the flow of nostalgia in me. Then those wad of papers just showed up, just as Mom’s last will described. As I was inside Mom’s bedroom, some sheets of paper were left, neatly piled on top of my mother’s desk. Shrugging it off, I had taken a first look on it after I finish arranging the room.

I then saw, in Mom’s own handwriting, the content of those sheets of paper. They look quite old, and it turned out to be Mom’s anecdote of her motherhood; her life as a mother.

Knowing that the anecdote will take some time to finish, I had taken it home along with some other things. Every night, before I go to bed, I committed myself to finishing it.

About three months later, I had finally found myself near the end of those papers. My husband and the children had noticed me handing the papers, though, and they keep insisting in questioning the contents of the paper.

Until now, I hadn’t revealed to them what the papers are actually, but I will hand this document to them. After finishing the sheets of paper, I had again committed myself to typing all the contents of the paper, doing it every single day, and had finally finished it a few days ago.

Also, I added my part on this document, which is the prologue above. Finally, I am now ready to share this document to my husband, children, and my brother. It will take one click, and it will make them remember the times we all had with Mom.

Wish me good luck.