Daily Prompt : Gimme


I stood on a train, reading on to the WordPress app, on my mobile phone.Reading today’s prompt,

Was there a special gift or toy you wanted as a child but never received? What was it?

During my childhood time, i have little memories of wanting something and getting it on the spot’. To be honest, i was such a nuisance that i’ll lie on the floor and shout scream throw tantums yabadabadooo.., and then my mom will buy me the thing that i want so bad. (so irritating i was)

Eventually, my mom knew my tactic and countered it by leaving me be.

One day, Gameboy came. The look on my mum’s face was serious no joking. I had known surely i will not be able to get it. Mom told me, if you want it, you’ve got to earn it. Show good results and you will.

So like a goody, i went and i did passed. Mum finally gave me the present.

Years came and good results wasn’t really the main target anymore. After a few years later, i had to work to get the awesome Playstation 2.

So the story is, the special gift/wish i have wanted was not about the games, but its always been about my mum giving me things just as simple as that.

Its definitely a good thing, because I’ve once looked at things and think that it’s simple as 123, but Mum taught me an indispensable lesson that is more valuable in life now and also in time to come.

When I’m grown up, i want to pass on this lessons to those who needs help and use what I’ve managed to understand, you know, all that nagging, the scolding, the hours of lecturing, and what my mum had been trying to do, to make people’s life better.

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