Life's Tapestry's Giveaway

Its the season of giving. Everyone are usually extra generous when Christmas is near. And that includes my friend Ken from Life's Tapestry. He is giving a beautiful giveaway which he painted it himself. Its a beautiful tealight holder.

I am sure he has spent a long time painting it and given a lot of thought into coming up with this beautiful gift.

And all he asks for in return is a true life story.

here are his simple rules.

Rules

1. Since it is call "Season To Give", just write me a story, telling me the best gift you have ever received and base on your true story.

2. Post your entry at your blog and link it back to this post in Tapestry.

3. International entries are allowed too.

4. One entry per person.

5. Contest runs from now till 20th December 2008

6. The winner will be announce between 21st/22nd December 2008.

7. The winner entry will be selected by me (Ken) base on the best story (the ones that makes me cry, you know what I mean) that have been submitted.

8. Leave a comment here to state that you have fulfilled the requirements and I'll drop by your blog to read it.

Hope you all will join me too and send a story. Its not so much about winning. But its more about sharing this Christmas. Share your story with Ken.

here's mine.

The Best Gift I ever got.. is from Mummy.

I am at the stage in my life where i've kinda ALMOST been there done that. And that is why I don't really care about material things. Usually i am quite happy just running around doing my things and drive around town in my banged up car. Not so banged up.. hehe... but a old blue one.

When mom left us last year, she took with her a big chunk of me. I am hollowed out and on most days.. thots just run in my head. Thots of my mom and her love. I'll think i'll never be the same again. Suddenly i have to grow up and do my own things without a mom to call anymore for advise.

I am those kind that calls my mom for the silliest things. Even though i know how to make a pot of coffee, each time i make a pot.. i will still run to her and ask her again. How many spoons of sugar.. how much coffee. Each time i wanted to boil rice for dinner, i still run with the pot of rice, water dripping and all.. and show her.. is the water level correct. I am how i am.

The best gift that a mother can give to her child is unconditional love. Most mothers by default, are the givers till the end of their lives. They give and give love. Sometimes when we are young and brash, we forget to thank them. Sometimes we forget to hold their hands and hear them out. Sometimes we get angry with them when they nag and nag. Most of the time, all they want is to keep you safe.

My mother is soft spoken and a gentle soul. She speaks softly, never a harsh word to the world. She never beats me.. even when i am at my worst. All she does is chase me around the dining table with a cane, but never actually laying the cane on me. She always saves me when my dad gets angry and beat us for being naughty. Most of the time, she shields us from the blows from the cane that my dad lay on us.

But my dad being dad, even after he beats us, he feels remorse and when we sleep, he comes and put medicine on our wounds. I can see that he is broken. No parent would love to use the cane. But me being what i am, stubborn as mule, sometimes do deserve the cane to drive the message thru. Sometimes when i pretend to be asleep, he'll come in and talk to me and explained why he beats us when we are naughty.

The only time i lied to my mom, was when i was working outstation and banged the car. I usually call her every week from a payphone. When she asks me, are you ok? I just cried and cried. I just said ok ok.. even though i am very scared from banging the car. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that. I never like to worry my mom. When i lied to her, my heart felt a stab of pain. That was the first time i felt pain from lying to my mom.

When dad called me to tell me mom is dead.. I just sat there with tears flowing. I was just asking my colleague.. when is Mother's Day. Then my dad called. And i have to be the bearer of bad news to my sisters. I came home after driving for the longest time. Its just 2 hours drive away but it seems to be the longest drive.

Mom was just there, lying on the bed. All dressed up. Like sleeping. Her feet were still warm. I wanted to talk to her, but she no longer responded. People coming in and out but it was just me and mom in my world. I still hold her feet. I rubbed her feet too. But she's no longer around to answer my silly questions. Thats when i felt the same stab of pain again. It is painful. Very painful.

My mom always tells me, don't stay in Ipoh. Go fly and find your dreams. You don't have to be in Ipoh to be with me. Go out into the world, and find yourself. Make good of yourself. Find your dreams.

Always supportive of our dreams. I think i got one of the best mom around. Her unconditional love even till today would be the best gift i'll ever have. I think i am the lucky one.

I don't get to hold her hands and tell her stories anymore. I still talk to mom in my heart sometimes. If you have a mom who's still around with you... hold her hands, give her a footrub sometimes, take her out, go dancing with her and never be angry with her. Cos only a mom will know about love.

This is my story to share with all. Have a Merry Christmas people.