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Hit Yogya this afternoon, so damn hot! Many things were crossing my mind when I opened my home' front door... "will it remain 'my home' or... merely a family' symbol?" I managed my self to step inside my parent's home, a 28 year-old building, greener and more natural. My mom managed to plant some trees and orchids and all are blooming at this present time, nice and calming. She welcomed me with her warmest smile and couldn't help her surprised look, I didn't tell her that I was planning to go home... Did it intentionally as a sweet surprise for her =) My mom looked tired, her eyes tell that she's been through a lot of things.

Talked with her for hours, was listening to her bittersweet experiences since my absence and pour her heart out bout the things that brought me home at this moment. "I know mom... I know more than you think... I know mom". For all these times I always thought that I'm lil daddy' girl, I have the values and quality that possessed by my dad, yet I was wrong. Recently I realised that I am my mom... and today I know for sure that I am my mom. They way she's dealing with the agony... the conceive way of thinking in which sometimes people thought that we complicated things instead of simplify it.

When the noon got older, the weather started to becomes so friendly. I then asked my mom to celebrate the pleasant weather by going out with becak! haven't done it for about four years! She agreed. I took her to a renowned Beringharjo, a traditional market near Malioboro street. Bought some traditional canapees. Was so lovely. For the first time in my life, when I was in becak I actually thought that I might be able to live in this city... might... Thanks for the becak and the friendly weather that created a lil bliss for me and especially my mom.