I am a blessed mother.
Sometimes I am afraid that it is too much and I will expect so much more.
Sometimes I am afraid I cannot bear the disappointment.
I am raising such a gentle boy.
The one who communicates really well since he was a toddler.
The one who took care of me really really well when there was no one but just the two of us.
The one who seals my mouth when he was being sarcastic, ... he got it from me.
God knows how much the love I have for you.
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| His poem last week |
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| His poem this week |
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| A little not in front of my door as he went off to school |
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