I came home last night, stressed, tired, and a bit confused. I would have given anything to run up to your room, find you there, and tell you how awful it was. I’d give anything for you to make me feel like my worries are nothing compared to anyone elses, that way I’d feel better about all this. Laugh at me, tell me it’s nothing or tell them to do what I want them to do, because your my mom and you do that.
Miss na miss na kita mommy, sobra.