She is The One.

She is the one who inspired me to draw;

the way she glides the drawing pencil along the paper,

the way she transforms a blank paper to a piece of art.

She is the one who taught me the element of texture;

how I can't stop touching everything I see.

She is the one who gave me her aesthetic gift;

the quirky perspective to seeing things.

She is the one who sat next to my hospital bed patiently while I did my treatment when I was ill.

She is the one who boils the best birdnest soup ever.

She is the one.

In so many ways.

She is the one.

Happy birthday, mummy.