Friday, January 20. 2012
Seniors of mine,
You have many options for this weekend's blog. You may:
+ Post portions from, or the entirety of, your letter to the people who raised you;
+ Post portions from, or the entirety of, your letter to the future Children of Yours (the list of the things you plan to preserve from their childhood and share with them someday);
+ Post portions from, or the entirety of, both.
This post is due at 11:59pm on Tuesday, January 24th.
There are no formal length restrictions here, but you're expected to challenge yourself. Remember, you need to write well enough to impress me.
For this post, written feedback for two of your peers is required, but more is strongly encouraged.
Finally, please remember to nominate two of your peers.
As always, write well, think well…and good luck.
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You haven’t always been there to raise me, but the time you have has made me into the man I am today. The morals and lessons that you have taught me are ones that I will teach my own kids one day. For the two years that I have lived here we haven’t always seen eye to eye but we worked through it and became better people for it. As I approach my childhood’s end I wanted to thank you for all that you have done for me. Giving me a job when I really needed it to letting me make my own mistakes and learn from them. You have always supported me in all that I did. You always made me strive to try and do more in the activities I participated in. I know you were disappointed in me for quitting the Arcadia Police Explorers but it was something I had to do. I didn’t feel like I belonged there anymore. I’m trying my best to find my place in the world and I’m confident that I won’t let you down, I Promise.
i like your promise to your mom, stay true to yourself and you'll find your place sooner or later but in the mean time...best of luck!(:
if you do end up not fitting in anywhere, i'm sure your mom rather have you shine and stand out than blend in and be average.
“Thank you.” Two words that mean so much but have been said so little.
I thank you for your discipline. Thank you for not letting me be a little monster.
I thank you for your sacrifices. While I was being homeschooled, you were off working. But that needed to be done. And I don’t just thank you for your sacrifices away from me, but with me as well. I still recall you coming to the baseball diamond all dressed up from work, even if bumming at home might have been more relaxing.
I thank you for your commitment to my hobbies, from foggy soccer games to blazing baseball games to new colored pencils to new camera gear.
I thank you for your love. I’ve heard too many stories of broken families and abusive fathers. I am very blessed to have you as a role model.
I thank you for your teaching spirit. Whether it be pitching wind-ups, line techniques, spiritual guidance, or just advice about the future, you always seem to make the most out of whatever we’re doing.
I thank you for what you’ve done. You have given me – and continue to give me – the resources I need to make my way through life. In a way, you gave your life – your time, your energy, your resources – for me. So I have little else to say... but thank you.
Your proud and grateful son,
I understand your appreciation toward your parent, and I think you are lucky to have such a great parent that support your hobbies.
the words "thank you" a lot of the times taken for granted, I agree, but now we can truly say it and mean it from our hearts.
I'm also kinda glad that I did "not become little monster" haha.
The sacrifices that parents make for us is amazing. My mom brought us and raised us kids to the US, living such free lives; we could totally still be in China right now.
And I feel like my mom can totally just abandon us if she wanted to, but she chooses not to, which makes me so much more appreciative and lucky to have a mom like her.
our thank you 's always seem short, but many times, we truly mean it, and it is that simplest way for a person to understand that you are really grateful toward them
The format of this post was interesting. I think I really liked it because they were separated and short, making a bigger impact. Your feelings really show through!
Very touching. I'll just leave it at that. It feels very weird saying much more than that about something so personal.
You've always been there for me till the very day I was born. You been there to hear my first word, the day i started crawling, my first birthday, the day I first started walking. You've never seemed to miss a singe thing in my life, even when you weren't by my side I felt as if you were. You were the one who taught me most things that I know today. You taught me wrong from right, you taught me to show respect, to have manners. You made sacrifices that i feel no other person would every make. You worked all your life to give me and my brother the life that you never had. You moved all the way to Arizona, moved completely away from your family for job opportunities, better life, to buy a house, to make a new start. Now look at we are, My life is great but, im not sure if you feel the same way. You spent all your life working to benefit me and my brother. Now I feel like its time for you to worry about yourself. I feel awful that i've never thank you, appreciated what you've done for me, the sacrifices you made. When you become old and not able to function as you usually do today, I will be there for you. That will be the time i return the sacrifices that you made for me, it will be my time to care for you. Thank you for everything that you've done for me.
Our parents are much alike in providing the best for us so that we can have a better life. In your posting ,I can feel your gratitude towards your parent, and I hope that you will keep working hard so that one day you can repay your parents.
That was deep man I can understand where you are coming from.
I too share your desire to look after the ones who have taken care of us when we were young. I also think about all the sacrifices that our parents have made for us and that's not something we can truly ever repay them for.
It’s been 17 long years, almost 18. Another one of your wonderful kids you’ve raised so well is leaving your nest. I never thought I would ever get this far; I never thought I would see this day come.
I appreciate every single, little thing you have done for me.
When I was just born, you let me drink your milk so that I may live, and grow strong and healthy. When I was 3 years old, you moved to the United States so that your kids may live good lives and find endless opportunities, even though you didn’t have the same. When I was 5 years old, you enrolled me in an education at Montessori school so that I could have a future. When I was 7 years old, you tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight. When I was 10 years old, you bought me the ice cream that I wanted. When I was 13 years old, you stood beside me while I was sick and throwing up in the toilet and you went out in the middle of the night just to buy medicine for me. To this day, you still tell me to put on a jacket before I go outside so that I wouldn’t get a cold.
You are hard-working, determined, brave, tough, yet caring, sociable, funny, and friendly, and I very much wish to be like you in the future. I wish to raise my kids just as well as you have.
Thank you for being the mother that you are, for raising 3 kids, for caring about the big things as well as the little. Thank you for working long hours, just so you can put food on the table. Thank you for always being there for me, even when Dad isn’t there. Thank you for disciplining me, even though I thought you hated me, in those moments. Thank you for supporting me in my dreams and decisions, even if they don’t exactly follow yours. And, mostly, thank you for doing all this [almost] on your own.
Because of you, I am the way that I am today.
My time is almost ending as a kid. I have most definitely enjoyed our time together and all the memories that we shared, as luminesced in the photographs in our old memory boxes. It breaks my heart to have to leave and never again see you in the same light as I did when I was 5 years old, probably just as much as it breaks yours. But this is only the end of the beginning; it’s time for me to move on to another beginning. Goodbye for now.
All Grown Up,
P.S. Even if Tina or Shirley ever ditches you, I will never leave you.
I can tell that you really appreciate and love your mom after what she has done for you. I'll miss my mom as I grow older and start to spend less time with her (especially in college).
Props to your mom. I can relate pretty well, since I'm also one of three kids. I really feel that bittersweet yet loving tone in your writing.
I understand your feeling, which we do not have much time left with our parents as they grow older.
Such heartfelt emotions. I also feel the same about my mother though I don't say it or show it. Great post.
Happy Chinese New Year! On this special day when families gather around to celebrate the occasion, I truly miss the time in the past when we had a great feast at home. I thought this is the perfect setting for me to drop you a line to express my gratitude for having you in my life. Although you said that you become older and older every day, in my mind, you will always be the prettiest woman in the world. Of all the people that I have known, you are the one whom I admire the most. To me, you are the one of the most courageous people who faces challenges bravely in order to overcome the obstacles. At the same time, you are the kindest soul who is willing be forgive my flaws when I make mistakes. In the past, I have sometimes complained that you did not spend enough time with me. Then I realize that you are simply trying work hard to provide me the best in the world. Over time, I begin to understand your dilemma as a mother. I love so much yet sometimes I find it hard to express my feeling because of shyness. By writing this letter, I hope to show you that I really appreciate of all the effort that you have put forth to make my life better and easier. More importantly, I recognize your constructive criticism as well as tender consideration in that they are priceless in shaping my character and building my strength as an individual. You mean the world to me and I hope you will be happy and prosper in the coming year.
Your sweet and proud daughter,
Hey boy! you have the same birthday as me yay! let's party! On your first birthday party I gave you your first soccer ball. You started walking in your first year of life, as soon as you started walking I taught you how to kick the soccer ball. Your
Mother got a little upset with me because you broke her favorite mirror with the soccer ball, but don't worry son I'll buy her a new one.
Happy 3rd birthday!
You joined your first soccer team and on your first game you scored the winning the goal. Congratulations big boy, you're growing up so fast.
I can tell that you want your future child to be athletic. Nice!
I like how this is a funny letter
break out of the chains of "thank you"'s
I can tell your kid would be as positive as you in the future
Like Kevin, i like how it wasn't just a bunch of thank yous, and that you tried to put a little humor into it
No words can ever describe how grateful I am to you for all the hard work and time you have spent taking care of our family. I use to be really jealous when you gave my siblings more attention than me, but now I know why you did it. They were still children and needed your attention and I was growing into an adult and you wanted me to fend for myself and I thank you for that. To be honest, we don't have the best father-son relationship in the world and that's okay. You have always tried to be there for me in my times of need and that's more than I could ask for. All I need to know was that you tried and that you cared. I have learned many things from you, ranging from how to ride a bike to how I should take care of problems in my life. People say that you learn from the mistakes you make and I have definitely learned from the mistakes you have made. The only thing I can ask of you now as I turn into an adult, my final wish as your little boy is that you would stop smoking cigarettes. Every time I think of you smoking, it worries me. I worry that today or the next day may be your last and you are still fairly young. You don't deserve to have your life taken away from you because of an addiction. You still have a lot of time left in this world and you still need to teach my little brothers what you have taught me. Thank you John, thank you for trying to be by my side as much as possible and most importantly, thank you for caring.
Your loving son,
The attention you have given me these last seventeen years of my life were more than what I could have ever asked for. I'm grateful for everything you have done for me, but what I'm most grateful for are all the little things you did with and for me. Thing such as listening to my internal conflicts as well as asking me how my day was going so far. I also admire the patience and resolve you have when it comes to my little brothers. Although they aren't exactly what you would call "good" children, they are growing up and such behavior should be expected. If I were you, who knows what I would have done because some of the things they do are very aggravating. All I can say is, just continue to believe in them and follow through with your disciplinary measures. If you want to ground them for a week, make sure it's a week and not just a few days. It's things like that that make them think it's okay to act out. I will cherish the time you took to take care of me and the times when we went out during the summer to shop for things. Although it might feel a bit weird now as I'm much older now, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it right? The little things you have done for me were very precious because let's face it, Dad works all the time and he rarely has time to spend with me. I'm not blaming him, in fact I'm very thankful that he works so very hard to provide for us. As I grow older and older, I will make sure that I think of the things you have told me because they are sure to help me as I go through life. Hopefully, when I have kids of my own, I can remember how you have taken care of us and apply that to my own children. For that, I am eternally grateful and I can never repay you or Dad for what you have done for me.
Your caring son,
I like how to wrote to both of your parents, you respect both of them for what they have done.
Since your dad is so busy working, every moment he can spend with you is precious, enjoy it.
Good luck to you and your family. I hope your dad finds a way to quit smoking. I know how it can be seeing people you care about smoke regularly.
I can see that your parents give you different kinds of love. I have the same experience as you. My parents also give me different kinds of love. You showed how loving your parents are and I think they appreciate what you have said.
Dear: Chris and Vicki
I'm not really sure how to start this off other than saying thank you. I now that raising me was difficult and the I was an annoying little brat about half of my childhood, but look what you got out of that. Without you being as caring and loving as you are I wouldn't be where I'm at today. Even if it seemed at times hopeless you guys kept on going, and trying to turn me into a better person. I never felt left out and always had someone there who appreciated me. My favorite part was Christmas. Playing Santa for all those years must have been tough. I remember when I wanted a gold scooter when I was 9 and you guys said Santa ran out of gold paint so I got a silver one. Wow I was gullible back then. All those years I was unaware of what it truly took to raise me. From the working to pay for my food and clothes to going to all of my basketball games, you guys did all you could to help me grow. Since there aren't true words to describe how grateful I am for what you guys did for me all I can do then is hope than I am the same kind of parent to my kids that you were to me. As I grow older I will never forget the sacrifices you made for me.
P.S. I still want that gold scooter.LOL
I like how you mentioned Christmas. I miss those days when "Santa"or our parents gave us presents. Parents work so hard to support and care for us.
I also like your mentions of Christmas. The part about the gold scooter really made me laugh. I remember something similar happening to me with a teddy bear or something...Nice job :"D
i like how you were saying youre grateful for the sacrifices your parents made for you and ended the letter with " P.S. I still want that gold scooter.LOL" that was a cute way to end it hahaa
This is the first time I have ever described my feelings for you. Truly this is the first time I am really talked to you about feelings. You know that I am an introvert and I do not like to talk, but I want you to know how I feel about you. You have being a great parent to me and I see you as a role model for most things. I am proud to be your son and I thank you for all the hard work you have done to raise this family. My main dislike is your bad temper. Within this family, you have to worst temper of all. I know that you have noticed and improved in controlling your temper through the last couple of years, but it is still not at a level of comfort for the rest of us. I wish that you can control your temper and voice better when you Andy grows up (my younger brother), because you have already put fear into him.
I wanted to write you this to not only express my feelings, but also share some of my most memorable times you have spent with me. I do this because I never shared my thoughts with you, and do want you to know what part of my life that you have being part of.
(Around four years old)
We were strolling on the road with some of your friends after dinner. It was cold and you give me your leather jacket. I remember you had this jacket for a long time. I guess it was your favorite. I was mine too. I loved the smooth feeling on the inside. I zipped up the jacket and it hanged from my neck. I flapped the long sleeves from side to side as we walk. It was warm and comfortable.
(Around four years old)
This was the first time I saw snow. You took me to BeiJing and we spent that whole day there. I took a handful of snow and put it in my pocket as you took the picture. That night, I remember seeing your face in the moon light while we lay in bed. We laughed when we looked at each other.
(Around eight years old)
You came back from America and you spent the weekend with me. It was Sunday and I had to go to bed early for school the next day. I knew that you will be going back that week and I will not get to see you again for a long time. You tucked me into bed and closed the door. What you probably don’t know is that I cried till I fell asleep.
There are plenty more memories I have to share, but these are just some of the most memorable ones. I love you with all my heart no matter how angry you get. I appreciate all the things you have done for me. I will not forget the moments we spent together. I will not disappoint you.
I like how you recall the memories you had with your parent, shows that u cherish the time u spent with your mom.
I can relate to how you feel when it comes to your dad leaving. My dad goes on business trips a lot and it's hard seeing him come home for a month or two and then leave again. Right now he's still on his trip and although he said he'll make it back in time to see me graduate, it sucks not being able to see a loved one for long periods of time. I can also understand that you don't really like to talk about your feelings and don't like speaking in general because I feel the same way, but if you really ever want someone to understand you, you have to be willing to let go of that discomfort.
I like how you write one to your mom and one to your dad, you have different views on both of them. Good job
I can relate as well because my dad has been going on business trips too, ever since I can remember.. He'd just come home and I'd ask him when he would be going back; in a few days he'd reply; well he lives in China. Hes working to earn money for us, but I don't know if it's worth sacrificing family time...
I really liked this one. It's quite moving, and I love the snapshots. Good job.
I dont feel easy to talk about my feeling towards my parents either. But I like how you wrote in a time line.
I really like how you have snapshots for different ages in your life.
My dad has a bad temper too, but he tries to control it when he talks to me. I know how hard it is to share our feelings with dads. But we can feel their love from their actions.
Dear little person,
In the near future, I shall save you a picture of your first kiss. Even though you went through many heartbreaks and were miserable for most of those years, this will remind you of the happiest moment of your life.
P.S i took this picture while i was spying on you. I still don't approve of him.
haha, if i can go back to the past, i would do the same thing.
Cute! I love how you're going to turn out to be a stalker-ish mom and how you added the part where you don't approve of the guy!
i would probably freak out if i have a mom like that
but really creative
Ha! I like the idea. Creeping on your daughter and taking photos. It's for a good cause, but I can imagine her freaking out at any age over it. Nicely done.
I like how you started your letter with "dear little person." I'm sure your child would still be mad that you can't remember his/her name. Anyway, your comment at the bottom made me laugh. Nice post. Short and funny.
This is cute. I wonder if your daughter would be mad in the future. (If you do this of course) Great post.
I think there's something wrong with you.
That was quite interesting...
T'was short and sweet...and it intrigued me. Nice :')
This is really short! but probably it means a lot that person
anyways, this is cute!
Oh man, if I counted the number of times I said those same exact words to my mom, haha. Your post got me reminiscing on all my past experiences with my mother. Sometimes, the simplest words have the greatest impact.
wow, it is very interesting. I said the same thing to my parents, sometimes. :x
Short and to the point, NICE.
I feel like saying that to my parents at times. I'm sure in the future if I ever have kids they'll say the same to me.
That is real short.
but i believe there must be a story behind it (:
a post shorter than mine... interesting. if i poke you a lot tomorrow, will you tell me what's wrong with her?
Wow. Like others have mentioned already, these words must speak so much for you. I think that's part of how you can measure how close you are to a person, when you can say "You know, that thing, that's there, and that's... you know," and the other could totally understand what you mean. Awesome post!
Short and sweet. An accurate depiction of how you feel about your mother.
LOL, I wouldn't dare say that to my mom. I would never say another word again. Although I agree.
wow, so creative. I couldn't count how many times that my parents said the same thing to me.
I am not quite sure that i understand what you are trying to say, but i can tell that you are saying a lot.
I can’t find the words to say what I’m feeling right now, but I will try anyway. When was little, I did not understand anything. I did not know why you smoked so much or why you were never home. I didn’t know why you missed coming home early that day on my birthday. I didn’t know what was behind your smiles and jokes. I didn’t know what you threw away for the possibility of a better life for me. I didn’t know what it cost you when you bought all the toys that I wanted while Mom was looking at you and asking you with her eyes why you would buy it for me when we were truly unable to afford it. I did not know why you called me each day after you drove me back home from school to ask me what I wanted to eat. I did not know anything at all.
Maybe it was the confident façade, the mast you always wore. Maybe it was the hair dye to cover the white hairs or the Botox to hide your wrinkles. Maybe it was the answer you always gave me when I asked how old you were “21”. Whatever it was, it took me all of 17 years to finally see past your comfort.
I didn’t see the white hairs. I never knew what tremendous pressure you still carry on your back that forces you to smoke to deal with it. I never knew how high you could have climbed had you not thrown it all away for me. All I have ever known is your endless love.
I can never pay you back for all that you have given me. For everything you have given me, it is only right that I spend the life you gave me committed to your happiness. But I cannot, and for that, I hate myself more than anything for being unable to lessen your suffering, helpless to carry part of your burden. It is only then that I realize just how useless and helpless I am to the cruel realities of the world.
I am sorry that I wasn’t a better child. I’m sorry for all the times that I stood up against you to fight for something that I believed in. Also, I’m sorry for the coming fight we will have when I tell you something I have been hiding from you. I know you keep me by your side to protect me from the world, but I hope you can let me go to pursue my own happiness.
Thank you, for being a true father. Not just giving life to me, but also to bring me to this world and then raise me into who I am today. I know that whatever I achieve can only have happened because of you. I am forever grateful for all that you have done. That one sentence can only contain so many feelings, but know that in my heart, there contains much more than I can ever express in words. I truly hope that they have been expressed to you through my actions instead.
I know I have never told you this in words, nor have I ever hugged you once I learned how to walk without falling over, but, I love you, and I hope that you knew this even without me saying it.
Know that even when I leave home one day to create my own family and my own life, I will always be your loving daughter.
When I was little, I always thought you were strong and infallible. I thought nothing could get to you. You were always stricter on me than Dad ever was. Even though you were always the one yelling at me when I got into trouble or did something wrong, you were always the first one to jump in to protect me. You were infallible, a strong wall that would never fall, until I saw the wrinkles and the age, your fears from the pressure you carried, and loneliness from Dad’s new work. You were always a good filial child ever since you were small, and always an honor student in school, going to school even when you were half dead and dying still. And despite your endless, bottomless love for your parents, you prioritized the yet infant me, and traveled more than 6,000 miles away to a foreign land among foreign people all speaking in a foreign language. I cannot even begin to understand the hardships you must have faced. And through everything, you set your foot down and stayed, never once going back. There were so many problems with our citizenship and was forced to stay here, unable to go back, for more than 15 years. You gave me your everything, sacrificed your all, for me. To me, I never thought I was this important to anyway, but in your eyes, I think I am more than I can ever value myself.
I see behind your stern exterior sometimes to the real you, still crying, still struggling, and each time I see it, I always have an urge to scream that I’m not worth it! No one is! You gave up your future, your possibilities, your dreams, for me and I’m not worth it! But I know that if I said these things, then I would have said the last words you want to hear. I would be throwing away your sacrifices, making them all for naught. I know that the one thing I can do is to make the most out of all you have given me, and spend the rest of my life returning your love. But I’m not a genius, nor am I overly talented in school. I’m not a straight A student, nor am I excelling at any one subject or field. Everything that I do is mediocre, limited. And often I wonder if you would be happier with a different child. Still, for some ill humored twist in fate, I became your child. I must have saved the world or something in my past life to have this fortune. Regardless, if I can make you even a little bit happier, then I intend to do everything I can to do so. What I have is little, but what ounce I have, I plan to return it all to you. You, have given me more than enough.
I can’t express how grateful I am, to you and to Dad. I know I fight with you the most, and you get mad at me too, but underneath it all, I will never stop loving you. I will never let go of you when you cry, or leave you to side against you. I will always be, or try to be, your pillar of support. If Dad is too busy, then I’ll take his place. I love you, and I know that sometimes it doesn’t always show through my actions or words, but I do, and I always will. I love you Mom!
After reading your letters to your father, your father must be really proud of you..... I like this line the best-Maybe it was the confident façade, the mast you always wore. Maybe it was the hair dye to cover the white hairs or the Botox to hide your wrinkles. Maybe it was the answer you always gave me when I asked how old you were “21”. Whatever it was, it took me all of 17 years to finally see past your comfort. good job!!
Dear Mom and Dad,
For the past 17 years, you both have given me love, support, and care. I know taking care of your two children is not easy because you have to worry about us along with worrying about yourselves. You guys have to pay the bills, pay taxes, pay for insurance, pay the mortgage, and put food on the table. I really appreciate what you both do for the family and that is why I love you more than anything.
I owe it to both of you for who I have become today because you acted as my role models. I look up to you for your wisdom, for what you do on a regular basis, and for what I have learned from you. Among some of the things I learned from you are Cantonese, discipline, and respect. You buy me medicine when I am sick, give me countless hugs and smiles, watch my band performances, and allowed me to have a decent education. You keep on giving and providing for this family.
I am writing this letter to tell you both THANK YOU because you made a difference in my life. I know raising teenagers is not easy. Thanks mom, for putting up with my mood swings, picking me up from school, making dinner, and so much more. Thanks dad, for the money you spend in supporting the family, and for driving me to school. Without what you do for me, I do not know where I will be.
You brought me and raised me into this world. You guys gave me my wings to fly and soon I will leave you behind. My love for you will not fade. You did your job as parents by preparing me for the future. I hope that one day I will be able to take care of you like how you took care of me. You are parents who know what is best for their child and so I will continue to make you proud. I can tell that you want me to be parents just like you one day.
The years will come and go, but I will still hold the sweet memories we spent together since my childhood. I will remember those days at the dinner table and the fun times we spent traveling during family vacations.
I didn't realize I forgot to mention a second language in mine until I read yours. I think most of us take it for granted; it is so useful in the outside world but so annoying, at least for me, when they yell at me.
I like how you write a letter that includes both your parents and not just one.
Lookie here, its just about time for you to be celebrating another birthday! Where has all the time gone!? When you were 3, you figured out how to click a mouse, and thus, discovered music. The first song you heard was "Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites" by Skrillex, and I still have that video of you shouting, "Yes! Oh My God!" with the music and pretending to be Skrillex onstage. When you were 5, your dad and I took you to the Vans Warped Tour for your first time. You were wearing these gigantic headphones and pointing and laughing at all the people with crazy hair. Your dad tried showing you how to mosh, and you ended up kicking him in the face. I still have that one picture you had to take with that one guy who was dressed like a turtle. I also have your first Warped Tour concert shirt. I remember having to tie it up rediciulously just so you could wear it to school. When you were 13, we went to Halloween Horror Nights. Not every 13 year old can handle the things they see, but you took it on like a pro! You even asked the clown of a hug! Then again, growing up on these types of movies can really prepare you. I'd glad you're a movie freak like myself. One day, when you have kids of your own, you'll be writing letters like this too. And you will have even better memories.
WOW! I really like the way you describe the little actions of your daughter! It's cute and very interesting to read!
Dear Shwu and Hsiao,
It’s been quite a journey. We’ve gone through many things, both good and bad, and I don’t thank you guys enough. Both of you have supported my endeavors with everything you had. I remember those soccer games in AYSO, basketball at YMCA, and those tennis tournaments you guys brought me to. You have silently supported me while I had success and failure. I don’t know where I would be without you two. You put a lot of hard work into supporting me, and I hope I can do the same for you in the future. Whenever I struggled with anything, whether it was homework or social problems, you both never failed to help me. While I was at school learning, you were working to make sure I could live comfortably. You both worked very hard to ensure I would be given opportunities to show my skills. I remember how you went to a parent conference in middle school to ensure that I was put into Algebra 2 Honors when I didn’t get a chance to test in. You also made sure I never did anything stupid. I’m sure I would not have ended up the person I am now without you two. I hope someday I’ll be able to teach my kids what you have taught me, and hopefully make them even better than what you two have made me.
Forgot how many times my mom's emails actually helped me get into classes or boost my grades.
Aside from my parents, you are the most important figure in my life. Your house was my second home. Thank you so much for providing for me when I was most vulnerable. I know that I haven’t given you and Tracy enough credit. You both put a lot of work into supporting me and helping me grow up the right way, and I’m thankful for it and hopefully you both are proud of me. I know that you still blame yourself for that accident, and that every time you see me smile a little part of you dies inside. As a little background information: I was in the fourth grade and I was in love with my scooter. We went to the park and Kevin, my little cousin, came with us. He was around 4 years old, and extremely energetic so Helen had her hands full with him so I went off by myself. I was riding down a hill and the individual tiles that composed the sidewalk weren’t even, but at the time I didn’t notice. I ran into it and face planted onto the sidewalk. When I got up, my nose was bleeding and I had a half circle chipped off my teeth. I got one teeth cosmetically filled so it looks normal, but there’s still a little chip that you can see . I know you blamed yourself for this for years. Don’t blame yourself; that’s all I ask of you. I regret to say that our relationship isn’t the best, especially seeing as how close we were when I was younger. Even so, I’d like to thank you for taking care of me in my time of need, and teaching me morals that I’ll teach my kids someday.
Dear Eduardo and Christine,
So this is me. Your daughter. Your firstborn. Sixteen years after you brought me into this world.
Thank you for always taking such good care of me. For teaching me how to walk and talk. For having me baptized and raised in the Church. For my home. For my food. For my clothes. For taking me to the doctor when I was little. I can finally understand why you did it, even though I’m sure I caused quite a fuss at the time. (Sorry about that, by the way.)
Thank you for telling me stories about me when I was a baby. Like that one about my hair, and how for the first year and a half or so, it was so fine and thin everyone thought I was a boy. (Even when you put me in pink dresses.)
And for telling me about the time I was a little over a year old, playing with magazines. I was crumpling them up, you told me not to do that, and I replied indignantly, “I do it!” (Clearly, I was well aware of the powers of my cuteness and cleverly decided to use them against you.)
Thank you for taking me to Disneyland that first time and the many times after that. I assure you it was truly the start of a beautiful, lifelong friendship between Walt, Mickey, and me.
When I was four and a half, you gave me baby Matthew. With him came the opportunity to be a big sister for the first time. To have someone there who could look up to me. Someone I could teach, lead, and guide on the journey through childhood. Someone who I could play with and grow up with. Someone I could push around and blame things on if something bad happened. (Just kidding.) I’ll admit, the first time I saw him, he was not one of those perfect babies with smooth, soft skin and bright, happy eyes like I’d imagined.
He looked like a fat, squinty tomato.
But I loved him anyway.
You’ve done so many wonderful things for the both of us. I’ll never forget the time we went to Cancun and found a gecko in our hotel room on the very first day. Matthew and I stayed on the beds while you, Eduardo, managed to get it onto a piece of paper so you could fling it unceremoniously off the edge of the balcony. From the third floor. (You assured me it probably landed safely on a tree, but I’m not so certain.)
Or that time we went to Walt Disney World – the last vacation we had together, all four of us – and I accidentally flooded the bathroom because I didn’t understand how the double shower curtains worked. (Now I know.) You opted to clean the bathroom up yourselves instead of calling the housekeeper. Thank you for that.
A year and a half later, Christine, you left us. Far too early in my opinion, but I know you’re much happier now. You can watch Matthew and me grow up. You don’t have to be so worried about me when I go to college now because I know you’ll be helping me and asking God to protect me. Plus, I’m sure you’ll get a much better view of the graduation ceremony from up in Heaven.
Most of all, I want to say thank you for being the greatest parents in the world. I would be nothing if it weren’t for you two there to guide me and help me along the way. You’ve taught me so many things, including all the countless physics lessons masquerading as corny jokes. (“I can’t find the TV remote!” “Well, it has to be around here somewhere. Law of conservation of mass! Matter can be neither created nor destroyed!”)
I love you both more than you know.
P.S. Thank you for naming me Minerva. It’s awesome. I love it.
Your post is making my eyes Niagara falls. I don't even know what to say, and this probably isn't a good idea to be writing this while still having an emotional breakdown. But I'll write it anyway because I should get emotional for once, and I see this as a perfect opportunity to be.
It's beautiful, and I'm sorry that happened. Even though I don't know anything about your mother aside from what you've mentioned, I know she is happy, or even beyond that, that you feel this way. Thank you for sharing this with us.
I love the way you wrote this. I teared up.
You are so strong! You really conveyed your emotions through your writing. Great job, Minerva.
You have such fond memories of your parents. I loved how you used so many specific examples of how strong your bond with your parents is. Thank you for sharing such personal stories. I'm sure it was hard for you to do so.
Dear Kelvin and Elisa,
Seventeen years passed. First of all, I would love to say THANK YOU, for raising this careless and rebellious child. I might have been the biggest trouble maker you guys have ever met. Remember the times you guys holding my rice bowl chasing after the naughty one during dinner, the times you guys caught the careless one's little hand when she was about to fall down, the times you guys carried and hugged the crying baby who accidentally got her feet stuck in the toilet, the times you guys stayed next to her and taught her the meaning of life. Without your patience and tolerances, I would not have learnt the meaning and the importance of independent, love, enlightenment and more.
Also, thanks for providing me a good environment to study and make me a well- educated lady. These years, you guys have worked hard, pushing me to upgrade myself in different careers. Thanks for providing me loads of fun activities as well! I appreciated it a lot! Although these activities: ballet, Latin dance, Swim, Cello, Piano and Painting, might not seems as important to others, they helped me so much. These activities allowed this quiet and shy child to make new friends, to challenge herself in different circumstances, to find creative ways to release stress and to learn to be independent. All these arts and sports mean a lot to me. I always feel lucky and proud of being your child. Thank you so much!
Your only sweetie,
Seventeen years, almost eighteen, of your son, and will be the rest of my life too, and now, I just want to say, “Thank you”. There are too much that I need to thank you for, and listing one by one may just take too long with unnecessary words; I believe when I say that, you would know how much “thanks” I wanted to say. As I grow up, each day of separation would be closer, meaning we will have less time to be together, but it does not mean we will never see each other again. You have taken care of me for so long, even the time I could not remember. Looking back at the video you and dad took, I could tell that I am such a lucky person with a wonderful family. As a kid, I wouldn’t know how much love you put into me, and always make trouble for you; Dad often tell me that you cry alone at night for what I have done as a foolish kid. I apologize for the inconvenience.
I know that raising my brother and me up is not an easy task; especially both of us are rebellious kids. I understand how hard it is when dad is not close to us, and you cannot let yourself at rest in any moment due to the tasks and chores. Now it comes to the end of my childhood, I must say, you are the best mom. The memory we share, no matter it’s sad or it’s happy, that would be the past, I will store it in my heart and step on the road of my new journey. Maybe your life would be much easier when I’m gone, I mean, I’m sure it would be since there is less burden for you.
Now, my new journey arrives, I must leave, that does not mean I will be gone forever, but it will be a while for us to meet again, good luck and thank you.
Your grateful son,
oh, and P.S.
Don’t forget to rest a little after working
DON’T MISS ME TOO MUCH , LOVE YOU
Well I do not see you make any troubles, you must changed which is good~~I am sure your mother would be pleasant to have you as her child
Dear Terence and Rachel,
Through this past seventeen years of my life, both of you have raisin me from a baby to a grown-up teenager with care, love, and support. We had gone through a lot of ups and downs together. In the year of 2006, you two made the decision of migrating to America with us, for my sister and I to get to study and live in a better environment. That result u two to quit the jobs you two were having before. I remembered Grandma once told me how raising me up was not an easy task. I used to be a trouble-maker in the house, running around the house nonstop and making big messes in my room. Even though you two would seem to look mad and angry sometimes, giving me punishments, I knew that deep in your hearts, you two just love me and wanted me to grow to be a useful person and be successful in life. Dad, Mom, at the end, I have to say: I LOVE YOU TWO
With Love, Your son
We’ve never had many words for each other. In fact, I’m surprised you even understand my hodgepodge of sounds that attempt to come across as a refined combination of English, Chinese, and grunts. Either you are much smarter than I give you credit or just too tolerant. I think that’s our problem: I’ve fought so long for freedom that you’ve just given up; you’ve become soft. It was a ruthless campaign, and I still remember all those sleepless nights where we barraged each other with—what did we even fight about? Who cares. All I know are the casualties: Respect, Trust, and Innocence.
I’ve told myself many times that I didn’t want to turn out like you. I don’t want to turn out like you. But it’s happening. I hate it so much, but more and more I find that pride, that annoying ego, desperately trying to barge out. I know all those times I berated you about it: your hypocrisy, your stupidity, your blatant disregard for things that actually aren’t about you. I don’t know why I still attempt to talk to you sometimes. You do that thing, you know, where you grunt and nod and pretend that you are listening when you’re actually just thinking about what other highly important point about yourself that you need to remind me about again. Its not memory loss; no, short-term memory would be letting you off way too easily. It’s just that you don’t care—sorry, I mean you do care, as you incessantly insist on reminding me. Sometimes I wish you didn't.
But I think I know your secret. It's something that you've never said to me before; though, I think it's something that you always want to show to me through your actions. And, I'm sure I've never voiced it either. Sometimes I feel it from you. Sometimes I feel it in me. But I always know it. No matter how hard we both have tried to hide it, and no matter how hard it is to accept, you love me. And I sure as hell love you.
I shall look past all those times that made me want to yell at you (many of which I probably did), and I shall try my best to look past those that are on the horizon, those that are sure to come even tonight. Because, it’s been fun. Oh yeah, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
I like how you included so much negative things about this person. It is good that you can look pass it.
I thought this letter was going to be a hateful letter until the end. It's sweet how you can still be connected with your mother despite your differences with her.
Ehh sorry. I guess your fights with your dad kind of reminded me of my mom.
You gave me a beautiful childhood memory. I might not remember everything you had done for me, and I apologize for being a trouble maker. Without those beautiful memories, I might not become who I am today. You took care of me as my parents are out working to support our family. I could still remember every time you would put me into a stroll car and walk me to the noodle restaurant few kilometers away from our house. To others, few kilometers might not seem too far away, but you must be very tired after we got home. You were my friend, and I respect you with all my heart. You might not be the most beautiful person in the world, but you were an affectionate grandmother. After I came to America, we only could meet once a year. Every time I see you became weaker and weaker, I could not express that feeling in words.
Although you do not feel well, but you would still ask me many questions every time you see me. I know you care about me a lot, but I am an adult now. I do not want you to worry every day; I want you to live happily. I am sure grandfather will want you to have a good life too. Just take care, and soon will be my turn to take care of you.
I only liked that noodle place because of its fish balls……..but I still thank you for what you had ever done for me!!
Kilometer for noodle .. WOW she must really like that place, or think u like that place that much
i am more than sure she loves you, and she is glad to have you as a grand child.
btw the last part about the fish ball, totally changed the mood of the story i like it, nice job .
Dear Linda & Andy,
It's weird addressing this letter to you two by using your first names because to me you'll always be Mom and Dad. I know I should say thank you to you both for the typical things any child would thank their parents for- unconditional love, support, a roof over my head, food on the table, clothes on my back, and a home and not just a house. But what I really want to thank you two for aren't just those things (don't get me wrong, I am thankful and I do appreciate all those things but those things aren't what first comes to mind when I want to say thank you to the both of you).
Remember when I went off to camp for a month and you guys drove an hour every weekend to drop off clean laundry, pick up dirty laundry, and drop off home cooked meals because I don't know how to cook? I want to say thank you because not all parents are willing to do what you guys did.
Remember all the moments you nagged me over and over and over and over and over again and will continuously nag me for the rest of your lives? I want to say thank you, for that I am and will become a better person.
Remember when money was tight and I insisted that I didn't need to go to the expensive art program, but you guys didn't hesitate to pay for it and told me "Money is just money; you could always earn it back. What's important is your future." ? I want to say thank you for always putting my needs first before your own.
Remember my ever changing hobbies from piano to swimming to clarinet to calligraphy to Shao Lin Kung Fu to art lessons? I want to thank you for spending so much of your money and time driving me to classes and supporting my indecisive decisions on what hobbies I wanted to do.
Remember when I was little and it was my first time visiting a friend's house and the whole family came with me because you were such a worry wart? I want to thank you for the never-ending worrying you guys do for me.
Remember all the times you forced me to try new things? I want to thank you for that because if it weren't for you, I would mostly likely never try them and I would be missing out on a lot of great things.
My "Remember when...? I am thankful because..." list could go on and on and on, but this letter has to end somewhere and you're nagging me about cleaning my room right now. But what it really comes down to is thank you Mom and Dad for being you.
Well, looks like I have your father's name! Parents are great aren't they? Always watching over us and supplying us with whatever we need. I hope I can do the same for my future child!
I really liked the way you showed your memories, almost like a dialogue/monolog. Remember this. Remember this. I liked the emphasis.
Yeah, I remember doing all the different activities too and how much money it costed..
Can you give an example how they force you to try new things?
Aww I love the way you ended your letter, it's kinda funny how you're thanking them for all these thins now and the're nagging you to clean your room
Well, they made me try new foods from a lot of different cultures, some were gross and some were delicious. She took me to a-hole-in-wall types of markets, stores, and stands (places where I wouldn't normally want to go into). When we go on vacations, they would force me to participate in any activities they could find like, hula dancing in Hawaii, hiking in Catalina Island, taking part in audience participations, etc.
Before I leave you and father, I just want you to know that I haven't been too honest with you. You know those time when I kept ignoring and just blasting my music? I know this sounds strange but... that was my way of showing you gratitude for bringing me dinner. You know how it seems like I try to avoid any kind of conversation with you at times? It's because I really have no clue on how to start thanking you for everything you've done for me. Oh right, maybe you should know this before I leave: I'm the one that does washes the dishes, vacuums the carpet in our house, fixes all the beds, cleans the bathrooms, and organizes the food in our refrigerator. It was me, not dad. Even though you're probably not going to find this, it still feels awkward writing about you. So, I will thank you for some of the many things you have done for me. Well, the ones I can remember.
Thank you for warning me about how difficult life can become.
Thank you for conditioning me to be who I am today.
Thank you for loving me even if I disappoint you a lot.
Thank you for not giving up on me.
Thank you for being my role model.
Thank you for tolerating father.
Thank you for introducing me to religion at a young age.
Thank you for getting me interested into all of your hobbies.
Thank you for teaching me how to care for others.
Thanks for all the experiences and journeys that we embarked on together. I... I wish I could rewind my life without altering anything so I can enjoy our adventures once more.
Thanks for everything,
I like how you used repetition, and separation, to emphasize all those moments that affected your life so greatly. I hope that you do find some way to be able to relive those adventures once again.
Dear Jürg and Lilli,
There are not enough words in this language, or any other that we may speak, that could describe my gratitude for you. Thank you for grounding me all those times for fighting with my brothers. Thank you for raising my brothers and me with honesty and openness. Because of you I pride myself for being weird and the fact that we’re not a normal family.
Through our hardest times, you still made it possible for me to live my dreams, and do what makes me happy. From late night practices to early morning classes, you dedicated yourselves more than I did.
I thank you for all those things I took for granted growing up. My favorite junk food snacks appearing out of nowhere; staying up until 3am watching horror films and X-Files; waiting for me to get home to eat dinner as a family.
I can’t thank you enough for challenging my ideas and teaching me to challenge those of others. To go out in the world to learn and search for myself, rather than following in the footsteps of others.
My childhood years may be ending, but the child in my heart will always be vibrant and alive.
Ich liebe dich Pappa, du bist meine Welt und meine Inspiration.
Ti amo Mamma, tu sei sempre lì per me. Il mio Topo Gigio.
Je vous aime, your munchkin
Nice integration of another language! I'm using my Spanish knowledge and am guessing that part of it is French? I can also relate with parents sacrificing so much for us. Truly a feat worth thanking.
Simple, sweet, and cute! I also love how you integrated the mother tongues of your parents, so creative!
I love how you organized your letter, particularly the way you connected your first sentence with the last few. Great job!
Dear Scott and Donna:
Seventeen year ago, you guys give me the opportunities to explore this world. When I was a toddler, crawling around in my baby sack-suit, you guys let my grandmother take care my in China since you guys were working hard on your master degrees. So for the next twelve years, I spent my time growing up under the cares of my grandparents. Even though I did not get to spend as much time with you guys, the phone calls every weekend ensured me that you guys still care about me. It was in a winter break when you guys first came back to visit me. I was surprised and shy at the same time. I remember that warm smile dad had when we met.
After one more year, I moved to United States to live with you guys. I am really grateful that you guys introduced me swimming. I felt in love with this sport. I made many friends and learned how to take better care of myself. Thanks you so much.
Even though we had our ups and downs, I am thankful that you guys took care of me, provide all the necessities in my life.
Your beloved son
Thank you for giving your best to me since the day I was born. You gave up a job you loved to take care of me because you believed that my first three years were a very important period in my growth and development, and you wanted to be there to promote and enjoy each of my significant steps, like my first smile, my first word, and my first step. I know that I was a difficult baby. I did not sleep much and I always got sick. You were always deprived of rest while taking care of me. At one point, you were in so much pain from fatigue that you needed to go into physical therapy.
As I was growing up, you always allowed me to be as adventurous as I wanted to. I know you were very worried when I went to explore the highest places, the most hidden places, and even the “dangerous” places. You always encouraged me to experiment and test things out. Thank you for letting me transform your kitchen into a science lab, then cleaning up my mess after the fun was over. You signed me up for a variety of interesting and fun extra-curricular activities like soccer, baseball, and the Scouts and always were my diligent chauffeur. While you exposed me to all of these activities, you did not pressure me and allowed me to make my own choices about whether to continue or not. You provided me with annual trips to visit national parks to enjoy nature. I know that you did not like traveling as much as I did because you were the one who did all the packing, unpacking, and washing. However, you did it just for me!
In my high school years, I was always frustrated and stressed because of the demanding schoolwork, but you have always been there to support me and cheer me on. So many times I wanted to give up because the pressure on me is tremendous, but you would always find ways to soothe me and encourage me to press on. For instance, you quoted Bible verses like James 5:11, "We considered blessed those who have persevered." However, there were times that I just wanted to be left alone, and then you simply stepped back and prayed for me. Sometimes, I even let out my frustrations on you and hurt your feelings. Yet, you understood what was going on and put up with my moments.
Very soon I will be leaving home for college, and I know that you will miss me a lot. Although I am not a person who knows how to express his emotions naturally and easily, I want you to know that I am deeply grateful to you for your love, your sacrifice, your care, your understanding, your encouragement, and your patience. I promise I will not disappoint you and strive to do the best that I can in college and become a man of integrity as you always pray for.
Christmas Eve, the dead of night - I woke with the light spilling on my face, and saw you, Minfang, placing the gift box on my nightstand. So I knew the Santa Claus did not exist.
If you had done a better job sneaking in that night twelve years ago, or possessed a secret identity as a professional ninja-mom (that actually explains a lot), wouldn’t have mattered in the end. I would’ve found out eventually, and cry over the lost piece of innocence. For better or for worse, your efforts would only have delayed the coming of my childhood’s end.
Writing this on my eighteenth birthday (*I was, when we wrote this in class) makes me wonder, have I turned into an adult? Now legal and grown up, but I feel no greater as a person than a 5’4” baby. I never understood why turning eighteen is treated as a “big deal” here, or twenty in my home country. It simply proves I lived a number of years that someone decided makes the divide between childhood and adulthood, and I never understood why turning eighteen is a celebration (aside from the increased legal liberties.) On the contrary, more than happiness or a sense of independence, I suffer from fear and uncertainty. From now I will be treated as a grown-up, when I feel not much different than I used to when I was seventeen yesterday. Will I be able to manage all the complicated matters adults have to deal with? Will I match up with everyone else? Will I survive? Most importantly, will I be able to satisfy - especially your - expectations?
I must apologize, before anything else, about myself. I’m sorry I’m not even close to becoming the perfect daughter. I’ve always failed to fill your expectations, and I’ve always felt sorry, when I got rejected from nine elementary schools, four middle schools, and three high schools. I’ve always remembered you crying in the dining room, me asking what happened, and you replying that I got rejected, that’s what. I’ve always been far from a perfect daughter, and so far, too far. I’m sorry I’m not my little brother, a brilliant, hardworking boy accepted so early into one of the best universities (don’t tell him I said that, I don’t want him to get overconfident and get hurt.) None of this happened because of you, but I am me because of you; you are not to blame, but you made me who I am. Don’t feel guilty, because nothing negative happened to me because you were my mother. I feel guilty about not fulfilling your expectations, but I like the way I turned out to be and who I would probably look like from here on.
I think the reason I fear adulthood comes from what I enjoyed in childhood. No other words best describe the years as ignorant bliss, and perhaps that would be how I’ll describe my current state, years later, that I knew nothing, and thought I knew everything. But now, I see myself in what feels like eons ago, carefree - knowing nothing, having failed at nothing, and blind to what storm would come soon to wake me out of the pleasant dream. I’m horribly afraid of what will come next. I’m terrified that I may have wrongly assumed that the storm was over, when the tempest lurks in hiding, ready to take me by surprise and throw me overboard. I’m not ready to take the plunge. But maybe I’m not meant to be, and maybe, like the end of my naivete, it would open my eyes wider than I ever had them before. I’m afraid, but I look forward to it, like a captain ready for a perilous journey with a racing heart of excitement waiting for adventure that lies ahead. Maybe then, I would finally meet my white whale, or the giant squid, and join you as an adult and an equal; I yearn for the day I could, and you could, proudly say that we are Minfang and Asaka, and we are mother and daughter.
I really liked the way you worded things! It made it flow.
I've never been too great at word choice and diction, so I always spend hours staring at the blinking cursor thinking of what word I should use or how I should word things. So I really, really appreciate your compliment. Thanks so much for your feedback and for reading!
She must really care about you if she feels guilty. You're blessed to have her. [:
Whooops. I meant to comment on Daniel L.'s post. I'm a derp.
my comment disappeared... anyways~ i shall repeat what previously said. the fourth paragraph aas sad, yet well written.
Aww, I'm sorry about that.
But thanks for your comment and for reading!
I know it's already been said, but I really love how you worded the last paragraph. I also like how you used something other than the usual "Dear __," style; it was definitely different and caught my eye. Nicely done!
I'm taking a stab at trying to be creative, but to be honest, I didn't think everyone would use that format. Hmm.
Thanks for your feedback and for reading!
I liked how you formatted your post. It was different and I also liked how you included the bad with the good.
Thanks for your feedback and for reading, Veda!
I am writing to you to express how thankful I am to have you next to me for the last 17 years. I cannot say that I am a great, or even decent son, but am thankful for all the effort and time you've invested in me anyway. I don't want you to think that it was your fault that I did not become what we wanted me to be; a productive and reliable individual. I am sure you already know that I am not, and cannot be, the top of my class and thank you for continuing to support me every second anyway. I also want you to know that I do feel guilt putting you through everything that I have and simply wish you did not care as much. I love you but think I'd be more successful if you stopped doing everything for me, without telling me. I want you to care enough to give me all the advice you have, but not do everything for me. It may not seem like it, but I am always working my hardest just to hear you tell me you're proud.
I don’t really know what to say besides thank you. It’s something that I felt have never said to you adequately enough. So I’ll say it in this letter.
Thank you for raising me, I know it had been hard ever since dad had left and I wasn’t necessarily cooperative. Thank you for continuously paying for my lessons even though I never practiced much. Thank you for constantly working to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. Thank you for never forcing me into doing anything I didn’t want to do. Thank you for staying with me after dad left, for still loving me even when you thought I hated you.
But truth be told, I don’t hate you. It’s quite the opposite I love you more than you can ever comprehend. To me you are the best mother I could even have. You are caring and loving, and would do anything to see us smile. Thank you for that. I know you worry about my future, but have trust that I will be successful. Just wait and see. I will make you proud.
I'm not asking you to sit through the freezing winter night or blazing summer afternoon heat to watch me compete or perform. All I'm asking is, why can't you give me the same support as you did for Brian? Do you know what it feels like to look up in the stands seeing all your team mate's family cheering for them with signs and everything? Or how they get smothered with hugs and kisses and good jobs after we compete knowing that will never happen to me? I didn't spend 35 hours a week dancing and practicing for 7 years because I was bored and had nothing better to do, I wanted to make you proud. Make it worth watching me, but I guess no amounts of First places, medals or MVP awards will ever make you proud cause in the end you made me give up the one thing I love doing.
Don't get me wrong Carmen, I don't hate you or anything because throughout these 7 years you continued to pay for my classes and team fees, continued to take me to my practices...so I guess you were somewhat indirectly supportive?
But I just want to know if you ever were proud of what I accomplished?
Goodness, this was heart-wrenching. I never really think about parents being unsupportive in their kids' activities. I take it for granted that my parents always drive to see me at my concerts and competitions. Instant deeper appreciation.
I'm sorry you didn't receive much support, but the fact that you stuck with it and continued to work so hard for so many years really shows you're strong.
I want to thank you for pretty much everything you've ever done for me. All the sacrifices, you've made, all the moments you've given me to look back upon fondly; I appreciate every second of it. I wish you hadn't coddled me quite so much, to be perfectly honest, but I realize you only did it because you love me. The thing I want to thank you the most for is the fact that you gave me the freedom to make my own choices and my own mistakes (for the most part). You didn't force your religion, ideals, or much of anything onto me. You let me decide for myself what to believe, and how to feel. Of everything you've given me over the past seventeen years, that was the most important gift of all.
I liked how this was simple and to the point. I think it made the message come through a lot cleaner.
I don't know how you did it, raising three teenagers all by yourself, but I just want to thank you for doing such a fine job. Although we sometimes argue, I want you to know that I love you and that I'll definitely miss you calling me, "my big baby". Today, I woke up and you gave me a hug and kissed me. Your kiss really surprised me, because you haven't given me a kiss since I was...maybe around six years old? It was a pleasant surprise though, and I felt like a loved little girl all over again. I also want you to know that wherever life takes me, you will always be in my heart, and that someday, I may turn out as great a mother as you are. Thank you for everything, mommy, I love you! I wish I said it more often, but it's never too late to start!
Your loving daughter,
Although we've grown apart over the years, I still want to reconnect with you. Since you left, I've never really had much of a father figure in my life. One minute you were there, the next you were gone. I used to be your little girl, now I'm a teenager who misses her father. Nevertheless, I want to thank you for your support and high hopes on me. I'm sorry that I have disappointed you countless times, but I am still human and bound to make mistakes. I guess what I really wanted to say is that I love you...and I miss you. I know you're busy, with work and your family but I really hope that one day (in the near future) that I'd be able to bond with you again. I really do miss those gym days!
Your loving daughter,
Boy, does time fly or what? It's been a fun and adventurous eighteen years. It feels like just yesterday, I was holding your hand as you try to walk for the first time. Though you are all grown now, you will always be my baby. I am glad that you finally get to pursue your dreams, but I do ask that you call home every weekend at least, because I am going to miss you so much! I am so glad that I actively snapped photos of you at each of your events and activities so I can look through these many photo albums and have a part of you here with your father and I whenever we miss you. I love you! Be sure to take care of yourself, because Mommy won't be able to nurse you 24/7 anymore.
P.S. Don't forget to take your daily multi-vitamin!
You will be the most important thing in my life. You are more important to me than my body mind or future. I plan on giving you everything you would ever want and everything I never had but that doesn’t mean I’m going to spoil you. I will give you and save pictures of the first time we play basketball. The first time you learn how to fight. I will record every memory of me teaching you the ways to survive in the real world. You will have all your childhood memories from the good to the bad and everything else in between, so believe me when I say I do love you kido.
I really feel like tour gonna be a good father. You've seen a lot of things in your life and I feel you will be able to pass on the knowledge.
Dear Aya Noelle,
I know that you may feel like I don’t understand you, but trust me, I have been where you are before. You are just a younger and smarter version of me. I am proud of you and I love you. I want you to be able to tell me everything, because I know that when I was younger I always wanted me and my child to have the same relationship as I did with Titi. My mother and I were very close and I knew that her understanding who I am, and who I want to be I could always be comfortable telling her anything. Titi knew everything about me, and I trusted her to comfort me, never judge me, or betray me. She never broke my trust. I want you to know that I will never judge you, I will always be here, and I will never betray you because I am your mother and no one cares about you more than I do. If I am ever doing anything wrong to hurt you I want you to tell me, because you are the most important thing to me and I never want to see you hurt. If anyone else ever does anything to hurt you, let me know, because it will never happen again. I am your friend, but I am also your mother, my goal is to make sure you make the right decisions and lead you into the right direction so that you can have everything you want and need in life. I love you so much, and I want you to always remember that your will forever be my child, and I will forever be your mother, you are my blessing and I could never be happier, now that you are in my life.
I am your motivation and the only person who has been bothering you throughout your entire life. You gave me life and you have been trying to do all great things to shape me a better world. I understand all your selfless love and dedication, but I have never had a chance to show my inner thoughts due to my shyness. I tend to hide my words behind you, and even hurt you unintentionally sometimes because I am not an eloquence person, and I cannot express myself well to show my thankfulness and gratefulness. However, you never blame me and you understand me well enough to forgive all my unwitting mistakes. Because of you, I have been the happiest girl who has the best mom in the world. In the past, I always believed that there could be sufficient time to be with, yet I neglected to care for you and let you feel my heart on many aspects. Nonetheless, when I noticed the grizzled hair on your temples, and I finally realized that years of the laborious work has been wrinkling your beautiful skin and that the time we have to be together may be much less than I thought. Thus, instead of spending time in regrets in the future, I must treasure the time being with you from now on."Mom, I am sorry, and I love you"
Dearest Tina and KC,
I wonder if you guys planned for me to turn out the way I did. I don’t think she amounted to everything you guys wanted… and I’ve tried to make up for that. I hope you saw that as I grew up. I’ve been told you guys did a great job with me. And I agree. Thank you.
Tina, I can tell how much you care for me in everything you do – endless questions (interrogations, really) were because you wanted to know my situations to keep me from getting hurt. Your questions frustrate the hell out of me. And I’m sorry for every time I responded with annoyance. But know this: when I go off to college and step into the real world, you can’t go there with me. Let me decide the appropriate clothing for the weather, my bedtime, and what I eat on my own, please. Thank you so much for all your thoughtfulness, but it’s my turn to live my life. I’ll never forget how heartbroken you were when I had my heart broken, how you slept next to me and cried when I did. But don’t worry; I can take care of my friendships, my relationships, and myself just fine. I got it. Still, I will undoubtedly feel empty without you always being there for me. Thank you – for waking up early to make me breakfast, for going out in the middle of the night to buy medicine when I die of cramps, for spending so much time researching and making healthy food and medicine for my pathetic immune system, for always keeping me in mind when you go shopping, for taking on all the house chores by yourself for me to maximize my homework and study time… for being so super.
I still remember how happy I was every time you brought me a new toy home from work, KC. How we would touch fingers and say “ E.T. go home” before bed (and how you still refuse to say it correctly after I corrected you). Thank you for squashing all the spiders, listening to me talk when I woke up from nightmares, for never failing to remind me you love me. Sometimes I’m still tempted to sit on your foot and cling onto your leg before you leave for the airport (remember when I almost made you miss your important flight?) I’m sorry for getting annoyed when you try to tell me stories and all. And thank you for your patience. I have so many characteristics that reflect yours – softhearted, overly thoughtful, meticulous, quiet. We both think a lot of things in our heads but seldom speak our thoughts. We both LOVE saving and keeping things – EVERYthing – because we’re both packrats… which drives Tina crazy. And we’re precise, thorough. I’ve gained these things from you; thank you for teaching me.
I love you both beyond words. I appreciate everything you have done for me; I am incredibly blessed to have you guys as my parents. Thank you for taking such great care of me all these years – it will soon be my turn to take care of you guys.
Dear Samuel and Ge,
I am so lucky to be your child. You protect me, take care of me, instruct me and provide me a good life since I was born. You gave me plenty of love and met almost all of my demands, even those unreasonable ones. You sacrificed a lot for me. You gave up the comfortable life in China and restarted everything in US because you want me to have a better education and have more chances. You’ve made lots of “failed” investments on me, such as painting, dancing, ice skating, playing ping pong, swimming, and playing the piano. But you never regretted about doing those. You’ve always been supportive of my changing interests and encouraged me to pursue my dreams.
We’ve had lots of memorable moments in the past. I remember mom coaxing me to take some medicine when I had a fever and refused to see the doctor. I remember mom consoling me when I didn’t do well at school. I remember mom helping me on my math homework. I remember every place mom and I traveled together. I remember dad holding me in his arms at the Great Wall because I was too tired to walk by myself. I remember the Teddy bear dad sent to me on my birthday when he was in US and couldn’t come back. I remember dad still driving me to school when he was sick.
I am not an independent kid. I don’t know what my life will be if I don’t live with you. But I may leave you soon to explore the unknowing and unpredictable future. I have to face the challenges and solve the problems by myself. I know you will always be there to support me and provide me a place to recover from wounds.
Don’t worry about me and thanks for everything.
Thank you for everything. You never leave me. You have been always by my side since I was born.
Thank you for raising me up. Do you still remember the times when I threw tantrums? "I'm tired," "Piggyback," "Cookie," "Juice." I was a handful, wasn't I?
Thank you for taking care of me. Eighteen years, your love never changes. You wake up an hour earlier than me to cook me breakfast. You drive me to school and pick me up. You come all the way back from company to buy me lunch when I complain that I am sick of my school lunch.
Thank you for scolding me. Different from most parents, you never scold me when I get a bad grade or play too much. You only scold me when I do not eat or sleep on time. I wouldn't be that healthy without your scolding.
Thank you for supporting me. You always encourage me to do what I want to do. When my father asked me to become a doctor and tried to force me to pick biology major, you're the one who stopped him and told me to go for my dream.
Again and again, thank you for everything. I will be a strong and independent woman as whom you wish me to be. That time, it will be my turn to give you a piggyback ride.
I really like the "piggyback" part. It's so cute!! There are lots of similarities between our moms. Both are supportive and caring.
You were only twenty-two when I came along, you have made many mistakes in your life, you made the wrong choices sometimes. You didn’t leave or give up, you did what no thought you could do. You shaped up, you got full custody of me. You gave up your future to take care of me. I am proud to be your son.
Birth-giver. That is all you will ever be to me, nothing more but maybe a whole lot less. I have never had a mom and never will. You should be ashamed to call yourself a mother. I am disgraced to be related to you. You chose an abusive boyfriend over your first born, you chose not to call me or visit me. You refused to accept the consequences of your choices. You had a daughter, a half-sister to me but I have no siblings. You only ever tried to reach me when something bad happened and only after you had already missed more than half of my life. You do not understand the meaning of family or loyalty. You never saw me grow up, you never will. You will never see my children or meet my wife. My kids will never know who you are. Sometimes I wish I never existed because I hate that I am related to you, but instead I am going to do something great. None of which you will ever know. I am eighteen now, I have no memories of you. I don’t know what you look like and I don’t know your voice, none of that bothers me because you don’t exist in my eyes. I do not care about you one bit, you have been dead to me my whole life. People would tell me when I was younger that they felt bad I didn’t have a mother. There are worse things than having no mother, my life could be worse, like if I actually had you for a mother.
I think sometimes you should calm yourself down and stop yelling at me so much....
“Thanks for supporting me in (most) of my pursuits. Some parents don’t want their child to do some things I have and I appreciate it. Also, thank you for letting me grow my hair out young so that I could get that out of my system. We don’t always see eye to eye, but at least we can both agree never to try that again.”
To Future Children:
“I hope you don’t resent how I raised you. I didn’t want to impose any ideas or beliefs on you and I hope that is something you appreciate.”
“Don’t live your life for me. Live how you want to.”
My Sweet little one,
Though I don’t know you yet, I can’t wait till the day I can see you and watch you grow from a little precious bundle in my arms to a responsible, mature, happy adult. I want to see if you grow into the name I give you-or will you make up one that fits you best?
Do you have my hair? Eyes? Or do you have Daddy’s coloring?
I remember the day when daddy and I found out we were going be having you. I remember when you were still in my tummy I would play music to you through headphones. I remember what I whispered to you when I first held you; I remember the way Daddy cried when he first was you. I remember so many feelings and experiences that were as new to me as they were to you.
You many never find this or know of it’s existence but, if you ever do; know that I love you and more then anything in this world I want to be a good mother to you. I want you feel like nothing can shake you down or break you- I want to give you a home and a life that I didn’t have.
I want to give you something better.
Dear Irene and Robert,
Thank you for everything you have done for me and everything you have given me. These are the words that you will probably never hear me mutter to you, at least not to your faces. It’s not because they’re not true. You have raised me in a wonderful environment. You have given me access to a great education. You have prepared me for the future—for the hardships that lie ahead in the outside world. No, you’ll never hear these words, because I don’t know, and will probably never know, how to express my gratification. It’s not just the language barrier that has me lost for words (I speak Cantonese at a mediocre level, at best), but the fact that I have never been great at piecing together the right words. So, the prospect of expressing my high gratitude to you two in person, with my poor Chinese, is nerve-wrecking, as I can never fully detail it.
The greatest aspect of all the amazing things that you two have done for me is that you did not need to do them. You didn’t have to stay home all day for over a month to nurture me back to health when I had the chicken pox, not once, but twice. But you did. You didn’t have to come to school to argue with the principal to let me into a higher-level class even though it was clear that I was not qualified. But you did. You didn’t have to stay up with me all night when I had to finish a project or study for a test. But you did. You do things some parents wouldn’t even consider of doing for their kids. And I’m extremely grateful. No, a simple “thank you” will not suffice; it cannot capture the emotions I’m feeling right now. All the words in the dictionary cannot help me describe the level of gratitude I have for you.
While we may have our differences (I’m a Clipper fan; you’re Laker fans), they can easily be forgotten at a single moment. Even when I’m screaming at the top of my lungs for you to quit nagging me or when you’re giving your hour-long lectures about respecting elders, I still appreciate all the wondrous things you have given me, even if the moment and my actions do not show it. At times, I may seem apathetic and even hostile, but that does not diminish the respect and appreciation I have for you.
Since I cannot find the courage to say it to you in person, I’ll say it right here. I love you, and nothing will ever change that.
Very emotional, I thought the Clippers vs Lakers thing was slightly funny.
Dear Peter and Jennifer Lim,
First of all thank you, thank you, thank you I can’t imagine how difficult it’s been for the past nearly 18 years to raise me. Looking back I was quite an ill-tempered child, wouldn’t listen to you and always acted out. Even still I refuse to clean my room when told to do so. Well I’m leaving for college soon in the fall and will hardly see you guys again. Now that does not seem so terrible, but I feel that will quickly change when I leave. I’m a bit sad that we grew up as a kind of typical Asian family, sometimes I feel a little disconnected. Not once has the words “I love you” have been uttered in our house. Neither hugs nor kisses and when I see how close my friends are to their parents it makes me sad inside. What makes this tolerable is the knowledge that somewhere deep down you do love me even if you are unwilling to admit it. Honestly I wish you had taken a larger part of my life. Specifically Jennifer your poor English speaking made it always frustrating to talk to you and maybe I understood d90% of what you said in Burmese. When I shoo you away every time you come in my room is not because I don’t want you there it’s because I’m actually busy doing something. I apologize if it seems that I don’t want you a part of my life. To Peter I want to thank you for fueling my love for computers directly or somehow indirectly. It’s funny because people always say we look alike and have similar hobbies. I know I’ve spent a lot of your money purchasing games, computers, and what not, but it means a lot.
It’s me, Himego! We never contact each other since the day I left. Are you still mad at my mom because she changed my name…don’t worry I’ll change it back after I graduate from HS.
Auntie told me that “he” left …last summer, about 2 weeks after my birthday. Although I was not very closed to him, but when I heard this news I just feel that---I was wrong “he” still makes big impact on me. For all these years, I have never forgotten him and he has never leave my heart. Grandpa, I don’t know if I’ll be able to talk about him in front in you, or even on the phone. I am sorry, I just can’t. I am going back to Japan to visit you this summer.
Sorry I was going to tell you more things about my life, but I’m clueless right now. I just want to say that although my mom changed my name but my identity would never change. I will always remember who am I and will always love you.
Of course, I'll start off with a thank-you. Thank you, baba, for all the sacrifices you've made for me. Leaving your familiar home in Taiwan for a new one in the U.S. must have been stressful. But you did it for me. Balancing a full-time job with household chores and sending me places must have been tiresome. But you did it for me. Often, I forget all you've done for me - all you do. So, here and now, I promise to show you the appreciation you deserve.
I don't think I'll ever fully understand your love for me until I have children of my own (if I ever do haha). But that doesn't mean we won't disagree at times. Please understand that disagreements are necessary for me to mature. We can, however, disagree in a more loving way. Let's pray for each other that we may accomplish this. After all, I'll leave for college in about half a year, and when I look back on my final months as a child, I want to remember us being happy together - father and son.
I love you.
People always seem to have the tendency to value whatever they have lost, so do I. Your love towards me has never decreased, however it’s not until I left you then I have a deeper and more profound understanding of your love.
Thank you for supporting my needs in daily life.
Thank you for sharing all the life lessons that lessen my chance of stumbling along the way.
Thank you for always being there for me, no matter what happened.
Thank you for always stand in front of me, defending me in front of people and scold at me when it’s only two of us.
Thank you for cherishing my hard work, even it is not equivalent to the consequence I receive.
Thank you for knowing there was something wrong behind “I’m good! Don’t worry!”
Thank you for always cheering me up whenever you sense my uncertainty and loneliness.
Thank you for trusting me all the way across Pacific Ocean, even when words that came from others’ lips talked about a whole opposite version of the same story.
Thank you for having faith in me and believing that I still have the potential to shine.
Thank you for loving me like you always had even after all the disappointment I have brought to your life.
Thank you for still being such a responsible mother after what you have gone through.
Most of all, thank you for demonstrating the greatness of love to me.
Being your daughter, I don’t think I play my role in your life as well as you play yours in mine.
So many times, I broke the roles you set up;
so many times, I failed to follow the morality you have taught me since I was little;
so many times, I ruined the trust you had in me;
so many times, I did not reach your expectations even though you always tell me “it’s okay as long as you tried your best!”
so many times, I disappoint you over and over.
Yet, you still encourage me; still have faith in me; still believe in me; still love me.
It seems to be impossible to measure my appreciation toward you, as well as your love. I wish I could do something for you. Sadly, I couldn’t provide any “real” help right now. All I can do is take good care of me and Tiff in order to lessen your burden. All I could wish for you is to live long enough for me to give you a life that you deserve to have long time ago. After all, it is my pleasure to have you as my mother in this life. Love you with all my heart.
Since dad left we have had some extremely tough times. There had been some great times too. I will never forget the time when you had to sell some of your jewelry that you since you were little, just to pay some of the bills. On the other hand, it was fun when we spent the week in Vegas and played all of those carnival games; that I will never forget either. We have argued a lot but were able to get over it very quickly because after my brother left we were all we really had. It must have been hard to say no to me for the first time because I wanted you to buy me something, but I tried to understand the best I could.
The good time will always outweigh the bad time and I am happy that you and I were able to develop great relationship together. I can tell you anything because I know you will try to give me great advice or keep my secret. It was hard growing up with a dad who wasn’t very close but I know you tried being the best mom and dad that you could be. Thank you mom for everything that you have sacrificed to make my life even a little better and mom thank you for making sure that, no matter how hard times were, that I had a roof over my head and food on my plate.
Love, your son,
i could somewhat relate to not having a dad there while growing up.
Dear Future Son,
I hope you'll make the right decisions in the future. Don't mess up your life like I did. Study now, play later.
I know it was hard raising two kids on your own while Dad was in China. I'm sorry I didn't end up like the son you and dad always wanted. I know I've made many poor decisions in the past but i just wanted you to know that things are different, and i'm here to take care of the family when dad is gone.
I wish you would let go of the past. A seminar i attended told me that the top five people you value in your life (circle) or love will influence and shape the way you act. Obviously its apparent that you act like the ones closest to you. Mannerisms and behaviors and are replicated and cultivated. I knew that this was true but never put much thought into it. I pondered and thought hard about the statement and realized the way I do certain things or how I set my mind and take in the world. Its very easy for me to judge and talk when I may still be naive and inexperienced. I haven't been in your shoes, but I have lived a life that has brought about blessings and some good knowledge. As always, I am always grateful, and appreciative of everything you do to me. Thanks for always caring for me, I'll always be grateful for that, and I hope you never forget that. I believe that the best gift you guys could have given me is my education, so I will have a better future. Although i have much to learn, I already feel that you guys have elevated me high. You guys are my stepping stone to success. As I stand on your shoulders, I pray that I can return the love that you have showered upon me since the day that I was born.
Thanks for everything you have shaped the man I am today.
Thanks for teaching me the skills to build properly
Thanks for telling me how “they(people) can take away you cars, house, money but one thing they cant take is your education”
Thanks for telling me how to not let things bother me
Thanks for all those wonderful war stories and life stories
Thanks for giving me your retirement gift from a job you loved so much this gift will be with me until the time for me to pass it down comes.
Thanks for buying all the cool tools because I got to use them to.
Thanks for creating wonderful memories
Thanks for being a wonderful Great Grandpa
“Not what we give,
But what we share,
For the gift
without the giver
~James Russell Lowell”
And I thank you Great Grandpa Mike For all that you have done for me and I look forward to seeing you at my graduation
Ernie A. Frank
Children of mine:
First and foremost, I would like to say there is no word to describe how much I love you, even I haven’t given birth to you. I hope you would never doubt a word I wrote in this letter, or I would be absolutely disappointed. By the way, I hope you don’t find your mom’s English dumb, as well as the way she thinks.
Originally this was just a homework assigned by my English teacher, Mr. Michelle Feraco-Eberle, on January 20, 2012 and was due at 11:59p.m. on Tuesday, January 24. (I started to do this at 4:30 a.m. on Friday, February 3.)But still I decided to show you this when time permits. To me, this is not just a homework, but also a chance for me to clear my mind on how I want to raise you.
I don’t think your grandparents sincerely considered the way to raise their children, like the parents of their children’s peers did. Children of mine, my journey was long and hard. And so the reason I have ALWAYS considered the home and school education of yours to be of vital importance. I do not want you to follow my footstep. You might find that the way I want to raise you is indeed the way I want my parents had raised me.
First of all, home education is the part I value most. You see, since it is the first education that one will receive, it directly affects one’s personality and how he turns out. I want you to turn out to be a good person, and so I and your father will teach you the correct attitude and moral rules we believe in.
Also, you might notice that the morality in our society is declining. I do not want you to rely on the home and school education too much, but to think critically. At home I will give you practices through asking you to make hypothesis and to share your own opinion. At the same time I will ask you to write it down as diary so that when you become an adult, you can look at your work in the old days and find it interesting.
Furthermore, since I do not want to spoil you, I will not satisfy everything you ask for. I want you to control your own desire, which I considered it necessary in one’s life. And in order to let you practice to take care of yourself and take responsibilities of your own stuff, I will need you to do housework and I will definitely punish you when you have repeatedly or intentionally made a mistake or done bad things.
On the other hand, I want you to learn things outside of the school. You see, our world is split into different languages. It has long been my hope to know different languages and successfully communicate with people with different tongues. However, learning a language is time-consuming. Therefore, I want you to start learning it since you’re a kid. Popular languages other than Chinese and English such as Japanese, Spanish, French and Korean will probably be included. I am sure you will not be pressured because it is always human’s best timing to learn languages when they are children. It probably would just be a piece of cake to you if I let you to learn them since you were a kid.
Besides, I want you to learn some music instruments. Your mom has double-jointed and long fingers, which are a rarely-seen gift to learn guitar and piano. However, I did not have a chance to learn them when I was a little, and so my very-late success. I let you learn music instruments since you were a kid because there is a saying that ‘music might shape a person’s attitude and personality’; because I want you to be able to join school bands and contribute to school’s performance; because I want you to do an awesome job in your music career.
For now, I have planned to let you first study in Hong Kong and go overseas when you are thirteen to seventeen. It is because I want you to have a solid foundation of Chinese language --- which is really a difficult language. I have planned to let you study in Diocesan Girl’s Junior School (拔萃女小學) or Diocesan Boy’s School Primary Division (拔萃男書院附屬小學) as your primary school, and then let you go to their related Secondary School. They have long been your mom’s dream school which your mom did not get a chance to study in. The teachers and students in these schools are good and outstanding. To study in any one of these school will get you a very solid foundation of both Chinese and English, as well as the art and science subjects. As you grow up, you can decide whether to stay in Hong Kong or go overseas to study. But beforehand I would like to remind you that the qualities of the secondary schools in Hong Kong are much better than those in America. As you go to university, I definitely want you to study in America because it has got lots of top-ranked universities and you will find lots of opportunities in this country.
You might feel a bit pressured for the lessons I prepared for you and the way I brought you up, but there are reasons that forced me to make these decisions. I want you to build up your self-esteem and self-confidence through your early success; I want you to lead the head of the others; I want you to equip yourself for success since you were a little, so that you are always much experienced than the others of your age; I hope you are glad and honored that you have learnt and started to utilize something long ago while the others of your age are learning; I want you to get used to be pressured because your school life will be pressured; I hope you will learn that your mom is indeed trying to equip you as early as possible.
On a more disquieting note, you might not notice that I have planned to give birth to you when I am about forty to forty-five on purpose. This is because I want to develop my own career first without anything to worry about when I am young, and also to make sure that I and your dad have had enough savings to raise you. Also, more importantly, I want you to be able to do whatever you want to do when you are an adult without anything to worry about---- because your parents might no longer need your caring by which time.
I hope the personality that I shaped for you and lessons I provided for you when you were a kid will help to defense any declination in this society and to gradually let you take over your own future. The purposes of all these stuff are to raise you, to equip you and to bring you an unforgettable childhood’s memory. They can be changed if necessary.
I wish you find your childhood fun and enjoyable. Good luck!
Love, your mom,
I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. You raised me since I was a little baby. You picked me up from school, fed me and took care of me until my mom got out from work. I want to thank you for never letting me forget where I came from and making sure I stay fluent with my Spanish as I was learning English. You taught me morals and responsibility. I came to you when things got bad at home and I couldn’t stand with being in the same house with my mom and you talked me through everything and even talked to mom to loosen up more. I know as I get older and the days are numbered until I go off to college and I know you want me go to college somewhere close by because it hurts knowing that something you helped raise is eventually going to leave and go somewhere far away on his own for school. I just want to help you understand that I will never forget the things you taught and most importantly I will never forget you. I will always come down to visit during the holidays.
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