The last time I told my mom I love her when I was not feeling well.
When I don't know what to do or I done something wrong.
I don't say the word I love you. But instead I show her what love is.
By helping her out. By massaging her feet. By giving her coffee. By caring her. By giving her medicine. And by being an understanding daughter.
Spreading love should not limit to our family members. To our friends.
It should also be with people we hate, who doesn't receive love often, who are forgotten.
We shouldn't allow hate to conquer our insides.
We shouldn't fight over petty things.
We learn how to forgive. To say sorry.
Cause this world sometimes has lack of it.
Learn to appreciate the little things. Not to compare what others have. But to be thankful of what we receive. Big or small.