Dear Mama,
Why am I surrounded with proud, righteous, selfish and self-centered people? Why do I always meet people who think only of themselves? Am I attracting them, Mama? Is it a curse or does that mean I'm also one of them? Am I really a bad person, Mama?
I thought I was always considerate, trying to understand others before I think about myself. Somehow, I thought other people would be like that too, Mama. But it's not. Every person I meet believes that he is the lone son of God and the world owes him reverence.
I'm tired, Mama. I really am. I'm trying to fight for the kids... but I'm really tired. I wish I can be with you right now.
I miss you, Mama.. I need you now.
Daddy