Lucky Girl

I feel so lucky, and pretty much spoilt.

When I was younger, I resented my mum for not buying me for rarely letting me eat snacks, not giving me enough pocket money (I was a spendthrift since young, lol), scolding me when my school bag was stuffed with unfiled worksheets, making me take a 15 min walk under hot sun back from St Nicks every single day because no one could fetch me, forcing me to take piano lessons (honestly, I used to hate the piano), making me join Maths Club in primary school, making me take the school bus alone on my first day at primary school, making me read Peter and Jane (does anyone remember those books even?), making me take abacus class... and especially this... not buying me Barbie Dolls.

Now, I think I've the best mum in the world. The only woman who would...

Tell me to withdraw money from her bank account while she still has money
Bring me shopping and buy me clothes.
Bring me travelling and shopping around the world.
Share all her Swatch Watches with me.
Tell me to buy Swatch Watches when I go to US (haha, actually she just wants them herself.)
Call me whenever she sees nice clothes to ask if I want to buy them.
SMS me just to tell me she discovered she passed her driving test on my birthday many years ago.
Help me get a cashier's order from the bank for my US Visa Application, insist that she definitely wouldn't send me down to the US embassy, get my Dad to deliver the cashier's order to me, and end up sending me down to the embassy (totally negates the purpose of my Dad bring the cashier's order)
Transfer $15000 to my bank account (erm, it's not really meant for me, some other reasons...) and entertain me by smsing to say 'Please don't run away', and then, 'Why don't you reply? Have you ran away?'
Insist on not replacing my handphone when I leave it in a cab, buy one the day before my birthday, tell the salesperson to put my birthday as the start date of the warranty, and tell all my friends to wish me happy birthday at my new number because I was upset that I wouldn't even know if anyone wished me Happy Birthday at my old number.
Arrange her work schedule so that she can pick me back from hostel every week.
Let me drive to work even though I barely earn enough money to cover the petrol consumption.
Drive to Marina to buy a new jacket because the outlet at Orchard has no size, immediately.
Drive down to PGP just to send me my passport / jeans / clothes and everything else I forget to take over the weekend.
Cover up for me when I screw up, and sms me to say, 'Don't worry about ______, just concentrate on your exams. I'll settle everything, spend some money at most.'

Sigh. I've been troubling my mum so much over the past week.