Yeah..., I know it sounds like an elementary student's essay. But really, I just realized how full of energy my mom is. I mean, she's a working mother. She's home by six, then does her prayer, then cooks for diner (her spoiled children never eat the same meal twice a day), then takes her shower, then prepares my dad's diner (her spoiled husband doesn't eat her children's favorite meal), then does whatever-it-is with her take home work. Then in the morning, she's still the one who gets up first. Then wakes the rest household up. How she can manage to do it all still amazes me.