Wishes, Thinking, and Wishful Thinking
Wishes, Thinking, and Wishful Thinking My mother is a complicated woman. She is an incredibly strict (though she does not act like it) teacher who likes scaring her students; at the same time, she may cry while watching Korean dramas. As you may have guessed, my mother is tad eccentric. That isn’t the only thing that’s odd about her. Even though it’s obvious that she has a lot of work to do, she somehow manages to be there for me when I ask her to be. For example, she may have papers to check or grades to compute, but if I ask her to, she would gladly take me out for halo-halo. That isn’t to say I don’t appreciate it; I just find it odd. It doesn’t mean I don’t love her – even though I practically never verbalize it – it just means that despite her oddities, I love her all the same. There are many wishes I would like to wish for my mother. But in the end, I wish that someday she is given the chance to see Papa again. Not soon, but when she leaves m