From Our Readers: A Letter for Mom

Mom, there were a lot of times where I would try to catch your eye to get a clue of what's happening. I can count a couple of times where I would stare at your back and my mind would wrestle with whether I should just let my hands slip through your waist or just play it cool like how a child should handle it. There are also moments where I would notice how you don't have the appetite to eat your favorite dish and heaven knows how much the thought of it keeps me awake at night. When it's just the two of us—whether inside the car or anywhere in the house—there were quite a few moments where I was at the edge of asking you all my worries. But I guess what kept me from doing it was the fact that I didn't want you to know that I can see through you, that I know you're going through something.

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