Mama, where are you?
Please come back to us, come back home.
I and my brother grew up without the presence of our mother. Our grandmother filled out the role, nurtured and cared for us when she was still alive. Afterwards, we stayed in the care of my maternal aunts when my grandma has passed away.
Since we were kids, we don’t have any idea of the whereabouts of our beloved mama. We did not even have the opportunity to glimpse her, not even had a memory of her. We only have her old photograph that we carefully kept as a souvenir of her.
Moreover, I didn’t even know also that I have biological siblings until I reached adolescence when I first saw my father and my other siblings. I was so perplexed of the condition of my family.
My struggles with my brother were difficult and deplorable for us.
There is no day that we tremendously yearn to see our mama, kiss and hug her tightly and feel the warmth of her hug, warmth of joy, the feeling of completeness, the feeling that only our mama could make us feel. The feeling that I wish, we had a chance to feel as well. As well as experience the joy of having a completely one happy family just like the others.
Sometimes, we envied our cousins and other kids who have their parents with them that they can lean on to share their tough and blissful moments and who is there to care and love you unconditionally.
When I see my friends with their parents around at school, my heart longs for my mother even more. I long for my mama to come home. I don't want her to keep on going away. I want her home, looking after me and my siblings.
How miserable we had been after she departed. The separation still hurts us even today like a wound that will never heal.
Alhamdu Lillaahi, we are still fortunate that despite of all, we even grew up a good and God fearing person. Apart from Allaah, thanks to my late-grandma and aunts who treated us like their own.
We are forever grateful to the untiring support and love that our aunts have given us even if we were not their biological kids. Of course, to our late beloved grandma who also tirelessly cared and loved us unconditionally.
My cherished mama, I am optimistic that this message will reach you, Biidznillaah.
Mama, where are you? Please come back to us, come back home. We are waiting, longing and praying for you.
My life and my worship are somehow incomplete without you by my side.
I want to see you, kiss you and embrace you tightly. Whatsoever you are right now, I will wholeheartedly accept you, mama. I am humbly pleading you to come back home.
To anyone who can read this, please do help me to pass around this message. I fervently hope and pray that through this humble way, I can finally find my long-lost precious mother.
Her name is STEPHANIE ENGA TIAMWAT-MERCADO aka “panyang”.
Sincerely yours,
Ashley Tiamwat Mercado, RN
28yrs old, from Sulu and Zamboanga City and
currently an OFW in Doha, Qatar
Email address: ashleytiamwatmercaod03@gmail.com Facebook account: vitazerothree@yahoo.com
Please come back to us, come back home.
I and my brother grew up without the presence of our mother. Our grandmother filled out the role, nurtured and cared for us when she was still alive. Afterwards, we stayed in the care of my maternal aunts when my grandma has passed away.
Since we were kids, we don’t have any idea of the whereabouts of our beloved mama. We did not even have the opportunity to glimpse her, not even had a memory of her. We only have her old photograph that we carefully kept as a souvenir of her.
Moreover, I didn’t even know also that I have biological siblings until I reached adolescence when I first saw my father and my other siblings. I was so perplexed of the condition of my family.
My struggles with my brother were difficult and deplorable for us.
There is no day that we tremendously yearn to see our mama, kiss and hug her tightly and feel the warmth of her hug, warmth of joy, the feeling of completeness, the feeling that only our mama could make us feel. The feeling that I wish, we had a chance to feel as well. As well as experience the joy of having a completely one happy family just like the others.
Sometimes, we envied our cousins and other kids who have their parents with them that they can lean on to share their tough and blissful moments and who is there to care and love you unconditionally.
When I see my friends with their parents around at school, my heart longs for my mother even more. I long for my mama to come home. I don't want her to keep on going away. I want her home, looking after me and my siblings.
How miserable we had been after she departed. The separation still hurts us even today like a wound that will never heal.
Alhamdu Lillaahi, we are still fortunate that despite of all, we even grew up a good and God fearing person. Apart from Allaah, thanks to my late-grandma and aunts who treated us like their own.
We are forever grateful to the untiring support and love that our aunts have given us even if we were not their biological kids. Of course, to our late beloved grandma who also tirelessly cared and loved us unconditionally.
My cherished mama, I am optimistic that this message will reach you, Biidznillaah.
Mama, where are you? Please come back to us, come back home. We are waiting, longing and praying for you.
My life and my worship are somehow incomplete without you by my side.
I want to see you, kiss you and embrace you tightly. Whatsoever you are right now, I will wholeheartedly accept you, mama. I am humbly pleading you to come back home.
To anyone who can read this, please do help me to pass around this message. I fervently hope and pray that through this humble way, I can finally find my long-lost precious mother.
Her name is STEPHANIE ENGA TIAMWAT-MERCADO aka “panyang”.
Sincerely yours,
Ashley Tiamwat Mercado, RN
28yrs old, from Sulu and Zamboanga City and
currently an OFW in Doha, Qatar
Email address: ashleytiamwatmercaod03@gmail.com Facebook account: vitazerothree@yahoo.com
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