You handled the burden and unfairness on you shoulder so well. I could not image how I would handle if I were at your age.
You just wiped it out off you face as if nothing happened.
Do you know that I would feel better if you told me that you were hurt?
I drove by your window yesterday hoping to see the light from it. It was bed time, but it was dark.
Every time I think about you, I hope you are smiling.
Every time I think about you, the image of you crying comes to my mind. And I can not hold tears in my eyes.
Maybe I did not do the best to give your the best. But I did try my best.
I am writing with tears in my eyes, but I hope you are smiling.