A Letter to You

Dear Mom,

There are a million of things I want to say. Millions of things I still want to do with you, to see with you, to talk with you about. The list can go on and on forever and I know that I don’t get to do these things with you, not anymore. I know that I don’t get to watch another movie or K-Drama with you. Or make you jokingly mad at me again by doing something dumb, because I thought it was funny. No more laughing with you again till we’re brought to tears or gasp and squeal at some cliché moment on a show that we were watching together. There’s no more blueberry pancakes on your plate or chocolate chip pancakes doused in Hershey’s chocolate syrup on mine while we bond over our Boys Over Flowers or You Are Beautiful. No more gossiping for fun about the most random topic there is.

These are only a few of the millions of memories we have together. And I cherish every single one of them. I wanted to make even more memories with you. To talk to you about my wedding and hear your ideas and opinions on it. To talk to you about my job and how it’s going. I remember how proud you were when I told you that I passed the test that it required. The smile on your face was so beautiful and I felt so happy to have made you so proud. To show you my apartment and talk to you about life, K-Dramas, and just anything and everything. I miss you everyday.

You are the most beautiful, hardworking and passionate woman I know. You always will be.

You are my mom. You are the woman who raised me to be who I am today. The woman who showed me kindness and compassion. Showed me love and care. Showed me how to work hard and how to help others. You showed me so much and your love for me was warm and caring.

Even when we fought or argued you showed me love and compassion. You worked tirelessly to give our family a good life. You were my superhero. My everything. You still are and always will be.

And the days that you smiled or laughed were the most beautiful. The days you told me you loved me, kissed me on the forehead, or gave me a hug were the most warm. The days you told me you were proud of me were so bright.Everyday with you was light. They always will be. I wish there were more. More days to be with you. To hold you, to kiss your forehead, to hold your hand, to hear your voice. To see you. Just one more time.

As I write this, I believe that you can see what I’m writing. You are my mom and I love you forever and always, and I know you do too. And I know you’re watching over me and that you’re guiding and protecting me. I just wanted to write to you. You always supported me in everything, and I wanted to write this letter to you.

To my loving mother. The woman I will cherish and love, always.

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This post was previously published on medium.com.

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