There is no one I am so scared of, and there is no one who understands me better. You were and shall remain my favorite person in the world, while dad’s a close second.
I hope could somehow tell you that I am doing my job. I am taking care of dad and brother, to the best of my abilities. That is-and always will be- my main job. I promise that to you. Whenever in a quandary, I ask myself,’ what would mum have wanted me to do?’ And I get my answer. I still trust you implicitly. For me you have done no wrong, can do no wrong. You are my God. You are my faith.
I would have loved to see the look of satisfaction on your beautiful face. I have seen laughter, tears and anger. But fate didn’t give me the chance to see that look of contentment that comes from knowing that ones children are doing well in life.
I will try to become a better person. I will take care of our family. And I will always love you. Thanks for everything, and sorry for everything.
There is so much more I could write, and there is so much more I want to write, but the human eye cannot see very well with tears in them, and so I will stop. I hope you are happy with how I’ve turned up. And I hope that you are happy, healthy and content.