Dear Mom,
I'm sorry I didn't show much concern when you're unwell. I'm sorry I didn't call you on the phone 10 times a day just to ask how you are. I'm sorry I didn't visit you and I'm sorry if you think I neglected you.
I know your friend's daughter called her mom that many times a day. I know that her mom is the caregiver of her child when she's at work. I know that she goes to her mom's place after work to collect her child and to have dinner. I know they will see each other every day. I also know she's very close to her mom and you wish for that closeness with me.
But Mom, do you know how much I tried to be close to you? Do you know that everytime I talk to you, you turned a lecturer? You never failed to attack me. I'm always the bad one when I actually bear a good news. You didn't even try to share my happiness. You lectured me instead about being grateful. You reminded me again and again that my happiness is not an eternity.
I know all that, Mom. I'm an adult now. I'm not a kid anymore whom you can move around with your little fingers. I don't want to be told what to do anymore. Do you know why I seldom visit you? Do you why I flinch everytime an unlisted number appear on my phone screen and it could be you? It's because I hate being under your control.
Why can't you be happy with me and what I've become? Why can't you at least try to be my friend? I'd love us to become friends like some of my friends and their moms. I wish for that closeness, too, you know. I'd love to call you on the phone and talk to you long hours about our everyday lives. I'd love to share my worries and pains with you. I'd love to laugh and cry with you.
I know I'm rude sometimes. I know I raised my voice at you. I tried hard not to talk back at you, I really did. But I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry. I just wish that I won't feel upset everytime you called me.
But despite all these, please know that I love you. You are, afterall, my MOM. Nobody loves you like I do.
From me with love.
PS. Mom, I hope you will pray that my children will be kind to me instead of waiting for the same thing (you and me) to happen to me.
I'm sorry I didn't show much concern when you're unwell. I'm sorry I didn't call you on the phone 10 times a day just to ask how you are. I'm sorry I didn't visit you and I'm sorry if you think I neglected you.
I know your friend's daughter called her mom that many times a day. I know that her mom is the caregiver of her child when she's at work. I know that she goes to her mom's place after work to collect her child and to have dinner. I know they will see each other every day. I also know she's very close to her mom and you wish for that closeness with me.
But Mom, do you know how much I tried to be close to you? Do you know that everytime I talk to you, you turned a lecturer? You never failed to attack me. I'm always the bad one when I actually bear a good news. You didn't even try to share my happiness. You lectured me instead about being grateful. You reminded me again and again that my happiness is not an eternity.
I know all that, Mom. I'm an adult now. I'm not a kid anymore whom you can move around with your little fingers. I don't want to be told what to do anymore. Do you know why I seldom visit you? Do you why I flinch everytime an unlisted number appear on my phone screen and it could be you? It's because I hate being under your control.
Why can't you be happy with me and what I've become? Why can't you at least try to be my friend? I'd love us to become friends like some of my friends and their moms. I wish for that closeness, too, you know. I'd love to call you on the phone and talk to you long hours about our everyday lives. I'd love to share my worries and pains with you. I'd love to laugh and cry with you.
I know I'm rude sometimes. I know I raised my voice at you. I tried hard not to talk back at you, I really did. But I couldn't help it. I'm so sorry. I just wish that I won't feel upset everytime you called me.
But despite all these, please know that I love you. You are, afterall, my MOM. Nobody loves you like I do.
From me with love.
PS. Mom, I hope you will pray that my children will be kind to me instead of waiting for the same thing (you and me) to happen to me.
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