I appreciated that she showed me the world. Showed me the meaning of surviving. But somehow , i'm dissapointed. How i wish ; i'm not born and see or hear what you are doing.
Dear Mother ;
I know you're trying hard. But its unsuccessful. I'm proud of you. I love you. I really do. But i wonder why you didn't fight for me ? Why you did those things ? Why you showing me those ? Why mom ? I know theres moments is hard for you , but doesnt mean you had to do that right ? I love the way you strive ; but i truly hate the things you doing.
When it comes to roses ; i'm lost. Whenever i hold it ; i don't know what to do with it. Its seems beautiful , but when its not well taken care of , it seems unpleasant. I'm afraid if i might get lost. I'm afraid if i might be alone. My biggest fear ; is to lose it.
Everyday ; different challenges. Different stages. Different dignity. Different starts. HAH , all we had to do is Go for it. Make life beautiful .
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