Dear mother,
I'm not the best daughter, and honestly you weren't a best mother. But you did your best. And if you see me now I think you will not to be proud of that how I become.
You did mistakes in your life and some of them bother in my life now. But when I was a little girl, I always was looking for you, always run to you. I knew, that you can help with anything, because you were smart, you were wise, educated woman, the smartest human in my small world. I loved you. I love you. My world was shattered at that day seven years ago.
Seven years... such a big period of time.
You lost your father when you was 19,if my memory was right. And you don't give up. You were study well, meeting people, getting married with my father, give birth to me, and hope in best future for our small family. Your dreams were not destined to come true.
I wanted to see you again. Not at the photo, in life. With your sweet smile, gentle look and warm hugs. Even if it's impossible.
I know you will be not proud of who I became, but I still wish that I can hug you for a long time, when we meet each other. Such a childish dream. But who said, I'm a adult?
Rest in peace, mom. I will always remember you, even if I forgot you.
