妈妈，您离开我们100天了。女儿在遥远的加拿大思念您。上个月我在我的公众演讲俱乐部做了一篇纪念您的演讲。在这里献给您。您在天上已经没有语言的限制了。 “Mom, wait for me, I am coming back!” I was crying my heart out while my flight took off at Pearson Airport. Mr. Toastmaster, fellow toastmasters and welcome guests. Some of you know that I lost my mom in this summer. It was a Sunday in early August and I was on my way home from church. The street looked so quiet for Sunday, and the air was weird calm. I stopped by a grocery store. Just after I got in, my phone rang, it was my brother and it was midnight in China. All of sudden, horror grabbed me: it must be something urgent regarding my mom. I rushed out of the store, my shaking hand gripping my phone. I was told my mom was sent into the ICU in critical condition. I was frozen. I stood there crying and crying like a kid, ignoring people passing by and looking at me. I didn’t know how I could manage to go back to China with no budget for the trip and with two young children home alone. Things happened graciously and miraculously, in three days, I was sitting at the airplane heading to China. My mom was a pediatrician, a smart and strong woman. Her father passed away when she was little and her mother was working hard to raise kids. Girls at that time hardly had chances to go to school; however my mom was so tenacious to get her education, regardless of her circumstances, and managed getting into an American Christian Nurse school, which was free of charge. Years after being a nurse, she went back to school to pursue her career as a medical doctor. My mom raised three children with my father, who was a loving and caring husband and a mechanical engineer. She was an extraordinary medical doctor. When she was over 40 years old, she was in the first group of doctors selected by the government to study Chinese Medicine. Everyone in her class was impressed by her tenacity and amazing memory. Since then she practiced both Western and Chinese Traditional Medicine to treat her patients, and gained a great reputation. Even after we moved, people traveled to our city to request her prescription of Chinese medicine. She told me when I was young, “You are a girl, you have to be strong and to stand for yourself, we are equal to man…” These words really shaped my view and set my stand for my life. She influenced me becoming a medical doctor. 13 hours later, my flight landed at Beijing. “China, here I am, Mom, I am coming back”. Tears were welling up when my feet touched the land, my native country, the place I was born, raised, educated and worked for many years. “Mama, Mama, it is me, your daughter is back from Canada, Mama can you hear me? Mama can you see me?” The first time I visited my mom at hospital, she was half awake, her mouth was full of pipes, and she couldn’t talk. She looked at me and stared for several of seconds, and started crying. I knew she recognized me. “Mama, mama, I am back, I am back”. I was so relieved that she knew I eventually made my way back for her. I was not able to be by her side all the time in ICU. I used every second of my short visiting hours every day to talk to her. I told her how much I love her, how much I appreciate her for raising me in awesome way, how wonderful she is and what an accomplished life she has … I was by her side going through her last moment of her life. She was in peace and she completed her great life at age of 90. I was in peace too since I knew she was on her way to the place of no pain or sorrow. And I am sure one day I will see her again in that perfect place. Mom, I am so proud of being your daughter, you are the best mom in the world. Thank you Mom, see you in Heaven.