Dear son,
It's your birthday and this is the year you are of age to be behind the wheels. All grown up now, sniff.
It's like a report card day for me as well, as I check on how you are growing up as a man and if I have done a good job in being a mom. i think you are not the finest young man I try to nurture, but I am still beaming with pride with you. Going into the teens, I know many who give their moms a big heartache and headache, with their rebellious nature and long black face. I'm glad you didn't give me such a hard time.
You have always made me proudest, being the most obedient with the least complaints, doing the things I tell you to without much fuss. I know you don't like cooking and doing housework, well, how can I blame you as I myself don't like it either. I gathered that different people have different interests and if you don't like to cook gourmet food, then be it. You will be cooking something for yourself to avoid from starving to death, I'm sure. When you are there. When you are on your own. You will work on how best to live your life.
I know you hardly say it, but I can tell, you care so much about your dad, your brother and sister, although yeah, sometimes they are really be quite a pain in the a**. I'm counting my stars you are my child, really.
Your dad and I, could do better, I know. There are times when we don't agree with each other. I have to admit, I often feel I'm such a failure in this parenting job. I had visualized my children growing up to be kind, popular, good mannerism, gentlemanly, responsible, filial, capable of good thinking skills and know how, great cooks, great conversationist... I think it's too much to ask for, huh? You might not be all that but counting how good you are in some and perhaps, other areas, I guess it's a score! I remind myself now and then that I should not, ought not, impose my beliefs and aspirations on you, but I do hope, my only hope that you have good values, that's all I wish.
I will never tire myself from saying this, and I think I haven't been saying this enough, I love you, Papa loves you. VERY!
Your mom.
30.6.2017
Friday, June 30, 2017
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