Dear mom,

I used to be jealous by the way everyone had an importance in your life but me.

I craved the love from everyone.

You didn’t seem to realize how hard it was, how much I needed the hand of yours.

I needed you to tell me to what to look out for.

How to grow.

How to shine during the rain.

But you just lived your life, perhaps I was a mistake.

Now I am older, walking the unknown roads figuring it out.

Guess I didn’t need you as much as I thought I needed.