Last supper

It's our last iftar today. My two cousins are gatgered and we're having fun three-people dinner. I learn how hard it is to be a mother in this Ramadhan. Taking care of other person is a big responsibility. Once we overslept and nothing to eat. I feel guilty. I also feel that I have to cook food for iftar, because we won't be eating something unless I make the meal.

It's different when I'm living alone (stayed in boarding house). I eat when I want, I don't have to cook if I don't wanna. 

This reminds me of how amazing my mom is. She woke up earlier than everyone, prays, then cook before waking everyone's up. After breakfast some of us would snuke into bed, but she still worked on house chores. Then she went to work. When she came home, she started another preparation for iftar. Then went to masjid for Magrib. She often brought a little food to iftar then come home after 9 just to make preparation for next morning's breakfast.

How much power she posses anyway? To take care people who didn't contribute as much as she did? 

I just thought lately that family is a team. When I cook something, you do the dishes. When I sweep the floor, you clean up the windows. IF only one person who does everything, it turns to be slavery. That won't fruit healthy relationship. I'm trying to manage balanced house contribution in MLN. It's a good opportunity for both of us to try living as healthy family.

May we become better and better people in the future.

At last, I hope this Ramadhan teaches you something valuable, too. HAPPY IED MUBARAK, my friends