Dear Mama,
It's been 5 years since you went home, and here I am writing these letters still, believing that you are reading them... that they are actually reaching you. I wish.
Isn't it pathetic, Mama? Hanging on to this medium, though insane it may seem to be, but somehow it gives me still a connection to you and somehow it makes me feel better, or worse, after writing to you. Depending on how I pour myself out.
Remember this song, Mama?
I miss you, Mama.
Daddy