You've told me on many occasions how I used to be when I was younger, how loud I was, how crooked my smile was from lack of teeth, how chubby my cheeks got when I had too much food in my mouth
Each and every time you talked about my younger self I never missed the look in your eyes when you talked- that longing for me to be like that again, young and naive.
Oh, Mother. I've let you down, haven't I? How many times have you cried over your children? How many times have we broken your heart? Yet, you continue to love us, why?
You try to protect us from everything in this world, you tried, didn't you? I know you did, please, don't cry any longer. I'll be alright. (I hope)
Dear Mother, I think you've taught me the best you could up until now. It'll be my turn to take care of you soon, until then, please remember that I love you.