I only had 4 hours of sleep last night. I’ve been studying non-stop/stressing non-stop about finals. I took a break to paint my nails and clear my mind. My mother walked to the bathroom, took my hands and said “Poor thing, we need to tidy this up.”
“It’s okay, mom. It’s decent.” I replied
“Let me do this for you.” And although I was in a time crunch for more studying my mom took a cotton swab and took off the layer of nail polish I had painted on my fingernails and started painting my nails. It was one of the best times I spent with her. Living alone with my mother made me open my eyes to the best thing that the universe has given me: a best friend. And that moment with me sitting on top of the toilet while my mom painted my nails was one of the best times we spent together.
While driving home today from Studio City, I told her that my co-workers call me Mia because I hate others mispronouncing Iya, especially customers. “Mia…Mia Farrow.” Oh my goodness. I don’t know anyone who would ever find that funny or get that joke amongst my peers..There aren’t enough words in any language to describe how lucky I am to have my mother as my mother.