Hi there, mom. How is it going up there? It’s 2014 here, is
it the same over there? How are you? Have you been good? How is your hair now?
Have they grown out? Still frizzy ? Oops im sorry I don’t mean to tease you,
mom, but seriously it looked good on you. You’d always look good in every
haircut even when you were bald back then .Okay, okay, I should stop. Why am I babbling
about silly stuffs? Hahaha maybe it’s because of me missing you. That is all.
I guess I’m going to babble a lot this time hehe just to
keep you informed if you haven’t taken glance down on the earth, I mean on me,
on your family. If you wondered about how I’ve been doing, well I’m eventually
fine here. I’ve been through a lot of rollercoaster rides. So many ups and
downs but I got out, mom. Those ups and downs cause me to change. Not literally
change because I’m still tiny, 150cm and proud just like the last time you
left. Maybe I lost some weights but it’s because of the diet. See? I finally
did it. It’s unfortunate that you aren’t to see me wearing those skirt with
confidence. Well, it’s always been unfortunate since four years ago.
I miss your presence, mom. I miss it when
I went home and you sat on the couch in the living room. And then you’d
scold me because I tossed my things carelessly. Well, I haven’t changed, mom, I’m
sorry if I still do the usual tossing around things after I get home from school.
But it releases my stress to be honest. Blame school, mom! And by the way, I
will finish high school in less than three months. The big exam is just around
the corner and you know what? I’m confused. I haven’t been sure about the what faculty
I should choose but chill! I pick English literature as my top option but
still, I’m not sure if I can get in. Therefore I’m scared…
God, Ive never been this scared and confused. I need you. I need your lecture, your
scold, your comfort. I need you to say that everything is going to be okay. I
know it is cliché and everyone could say it to me, but it’d be great if it came
out from you. But that is just soo impossible. I know..
Well, mom, I;m sorry if this letter speaks too much
insecurity of mine. I know you wouldn’t want me to be weak but I’m sorry, I’m
just scared. Speaking of the impossibility, well I guess I just have to be
strong like I’ve always been.
I guess this is it, Mom. I need to go back to the pile of
books waiting to be read. I love you and I always will. Please, be well. Oh, and tell Mr.God to keep
blessing me with good things. Till the next letter.
