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Growing up I was a sickly child.

Quiet and shy.

Cold and hard-hearted.

No friends and loner.

Despite of all my inferiorities.

There’s one person that gives me unconditional love.

Who never gets tired and see the beauty in me.

My first teacher and savior.

Scared of being a disappointment and burden.

I always strive harder and wanting your approval.

Because of who I am and the path I chose.

I just ended up hurting and making you cry.

Being reserved and distant.

It wasn’t easy for me to express my feelings.

There’s a lot of words that I want to say.

But I don’t know how and when to start.

I am sorry for having a child like me.

Who only cause you pain and broken promises.

I am lucky to be your child.

And I am proud that you’re my mother.

A thousand times in my head.

Thank you and I love you Mama.