Dear Mama,
I received my finished product today. My original song that I have asked to be arranged, recorded for vocals, and sent for mixing is now back to me, all ready for uploading to Spotify to be released. But I am worried, Mama. I know my voice isn't beautiful, so I am worried about what they'll say.
I know, I have already reached this far, I have spent time and money already. I guess I should go for it, right Mama? But that's just the easy part, Mama. I don't know if I will have the courage to promote it once it's live in Spotify and other platforms.
If only I was even just half as good as you are a singer. If you were only here, you'll definitely be the one singing my compositions, and they will sound good, Mama.
Oh well, I need to prepare and gather the courage to upload the song now, Mama. I hope I can make you proud, or at least not embarrassed.
I wish you were here. I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
