My lovely Mom, my dear Angel. Hmong new year is approaching soon and I’m in pain just thinking about how you would prepare a new Hmong outfit for me each year. You’d spend countless hours and days just hand-sewing and crafting me a set to wear and I’d be so excited to show off your hard work. You and your beautiful creations, your beautiful mind, your beautiful soul .. I will never find elsewhere. New Years will never be the same no more from here on out .. I need you Mom.
Kuv niam, cas lub ntuj yuav tsis pab puag koj nrog kuv nyob mus ib txhim. Koj txoj kev hlub, kev tshua, cas yuav nco koj ua luaj. Txhua lub xyoo tshiab, koj yeej xaw ib ces khaub ncaws tshiab rau kuv hnav, yuav sev, yuav nyiaj, vim koj hlub kuv thiab ntshai tsam kuv ntshaw tsis xws li luag. Tiam si, kuv txoj kev ntshaw hnav zoo tsis loj npaum kuv txoj kev ntshaw koj txoj kev hlub rau kuv. Koj yog kuv ib leej niam siab zoo dawb paug tsis muaj leej twg yuav pauv tau. Kuv yuav hlub thiab nco koj tsis muaj hnub kawg li. Kub hlub koj os kuv niam.
