My mother has always been my favorite person. Despite having friends around me, her friendship and companionship cannot be replaced by anyone else. I believe I have become more like her as the days go by. There are times when I get extremely annoyed with her because, you know, to err is human.

On certain days, I would avoid talking to her and keeping in contact with her. Yet, on those days, I feel restless, and it seems like the days are not fruitful. I used to be very negligent in calling anyone for any matters, yet this year I have been on constant calls with her, talking for hours without any proper topics. And it goes on and on…

So, she is definitely my favorite person.