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Dear mom,
I regret all the times when I acted immature, egoistic, all the dumb things I said or when I disappointed you. I know I shouldn't have been like that, yet you still love me. Honestly, I don't get it. I guess it's motherly love. Despite all the sleepless nights, pain and suffering you had and have, you still carry on. You never ever complained about a single thing. Whenever I think of you, I portrait in my mind your hazel eyes that hide so many battles and I filled with tears, those hands of yours that gently caress my face and made me food, washed my clothes, dressed me and made me learn how to hold a pen and your heart that I must've filled with suffering and anger because I was young and trying to act bold.
I can't believe you still consider me your child.
You taught me how to walk, to talk, to read, to count. No wonder every child's first word is "mom".
You made me human, you made me who I am.
You taught me to never give up and fight for I want like the lion you've always seen inside me.
You taught me to have class and have respect towards me and the others. You gave me a good education.You showed me love and kindness, exigency, precision and empathy...
You taught me that everything in this world comes with a price.
You taught me that sometimes I have to know how to say "No" .
Whenever you praise me I feel like you are overreacting. That's why I stopped telling you that I got a good grade or when I had done something good because I think everyone is able to do that easy stuff so it ain't a big deal. I'm not as intelligent or beautiful (handsome) as you think I am. I feel like I'm nothing at all yet you can see a lot of things inside of me. How can I know if that's the truth you're telling? Are you considering me like that because it's your blood that I bleed? Do all mothers act like that? I will never be able to see me through your eyes...
I know your desire is that I should become an important person and once I do, you'll feel your job here is finished. Believe me, it ain't. It will never be done. No matter where, how or what I will become, I'll still yearn for you to tightly hug me as in the old times when I was young and your warm hug used to ease any anger.
I find it pretty ironic that the noun "mother" is a feminine one because you always keep fighting and acting strong like a man.
In this cold and hopeless world you showed me love and affection.
I don't mind if other moms will read this. But I hope mine won't read it. I'm frightened she will discover what I truly feel and that I'm not as strong as she thinks. That I'm weak. I know you hate when you see in me at times the lack of confidence because you don't want me to be like that. You always saw me as a warrior, a soldier, a lion. I love you, mom. I'd rather get hurt than hurt the others. You always sacrificed your health, your happiness, your youth in order to give me a better future. I guess it's human nature. Now it's my turn. But you won't know this. So I'll be your armour that will always protect you.
I swear I've never seen in my entire life a human being as dedicated and devoted as mom, that doesn't expect anything in return but love and respect...a human being that would put her own life in danger because just the thought of her child being safe is actually a relief.
And mama I promise to give you the world at your knees if I make it to fame. Neither the diamonds nor the gold won't be enough to pay tenfold the love you gave me and to show my gratitude.