A bicycle and a graveyard

 Dear Ma, 

Sometimes I feel sorry for being your mother. How much I wish that you had an amazing mother, who could raise you well and happy, and with love. How much I wish that you could have an amazing childhood filled with laughter and joy. I am sorry that I could not give you a larger family, with a big dining table. I am sorry that I don't smile all the time, like other mommies you see in the movie. I am sorry for so many things.

I wish I could listen to you better. I wish I could understand you better. There are so many scars Mommy is bearing that, sometimes Mommy forgets Mommy is a Mommy. Mommy's brain never stops thinking, never. 

Love,

Ma.