Monday, November 21, 2011

I really wish I can talk to you right now, Mama

Dear Mama,

Sorry, I haven't written for quite a while. I was just preoccupied and I was afraid that if I write, it would just be rants and whines again. It looks like I'm failing, Mama. As a father, and as a person. Everything I do seems to be wrong. I really wish you're listening, Mama. I really wish I can talk to you.

Anyway, maybe I can right more sensibly next time. Take care of yourself, Mama. I miss you.

I love you, Mama.