a cuppa beside me, burning gilmore for a fellow gilmore fan, waiting to finally go swimming, mummy's ironing the clothes beside me, telling me about her life, when we were in poverty (she thinks i don't remember), when she had cancer (again, thinks i was too young), about how she felt God gave her a new lease on life - just to see her children grow up, how we've been truly blessed, about her relationship with my dad (here she teared), about my birth, about our lives, about her dreams for me.
do i want more? should i want more?
i think not. :)