You handled the burden and unfairness on you shoulder so well. I could not image how I would handle if I were at your age.

You just wiped it out off you face as if nothing happened.

Do you know that I would feel better if you told me that you were hurt?

I drove by your window yesterday hoping to see the light from it. It was bed time, but it was dark.

Every time I think about you, I hope you are smiling.

Every time I think about you, the image of you crying comes to my mind. And I can not hold tears in my eyes.

Maybe I did not do the best to give your the best. But I did try my best.

I am writing with tears in my eyes, but I hope you are smiling.