How did you wake up today, sunshine? I missed saying goodbye to you because I had a morning meeting. You were sleeping so peacefully that I did not want to disturb you at all. I left a note by your bed. Please take a moment to look at it. It will remind you of love and the warmth of the sun's rays that light up your room.
I bet you are happy to be out of school. I have always seen you waking up early, complaining about having to go to school early. You have never been a morning person and that makes us different from each other. Look at where these breakfast meetings are taking me, haha! I have to be up early because leading meetings is not really my thing. I get nervous, but once I calm down, I know you are thinking of me and wishing me well. This brings back memories of when you were in Primary School. Year 4 was tough for you. Making friends was hard at your new school. There were constant comments that made you feel down. A teacher would tell you you were slow in learning, which made you feel awful because you could not keep up with your classmates. You would often fake being sick to stay home. I never got why you were always sick, but I could tell you were unhappy. Whenever your teacher called me, she was worried about your progress in school. She said you were falling behind and that I needed to help you with your reading and homework. What she didn't know was that at home, you'd read poems to me and get excited.
It was at one of your friend's birthday parties that I noticed you were feeling left out. You always wanted to playwith me, and because of the love I have for you (and the other kids), I would think of some games to play together. When I left you alone, you would sit with the other parents, listening to their conversations. "Why does your daughter always follow us around? You need to let her make friends on her own. No one cares about her because she does not want anyone near her." One of the parents told me. All I could do was smile and say you're still adjusting to being in a new school and a new place. She could not see the sadness behind my big smile. After an hour, we had to say our goodbyes and leave.
I've always supported your self-assurance. We would sing and dance at home, and you even assisted me during my morning jogs. I must admit, your athleticism has always been remarkable. You thrived in your sports and earned numerous medals for your school. Whenever you brought home a medal, you would wave at me, often saying, "I dedicate this one to you Mum. I adore you deeply." My eyes would well up with tears as I stood and congratulated you on the achievement. I would pass along the videos to your Dad, who would be ecstatic. He was regretful for not being present at many of your sports events but could never express his love for you more. I am grateful I have always been by your side, ensuring you never felt alone.
Internally, you faced difficulties with being accepted. As your mother, I was there to listen, but you also needed someone of your age to connect with. That is why you quickly formed a friendship with Sam. He was also a solitary figure, much like you, having lived in the neighborhoodbefore us. You did not judge each other by ethnicity or tribe; instead, you both saw the soul's purity and kindness. Sam treated you with such warmth that I feared losing you to him. This is a story for another day sweetheart. He accompanied you while reading and helped you with your math assignments. Once, you both tried to compete in a singing contest, leaving his mother and I in stitches. Despite your voices sounding a bit raspy together, you learned to relax and sing your hearts out. This is when I realised we needed to hire a voice coach for you. Your value of friendship was something I cherished. This moment marked the start of many great things that were yet to unfold in your future...
Keep reading my beloved, and wipe your tears away. You are more cherished than you can ever fathom.
With all my love, sweetheart.
I bet you are happy to be out of school. I have always seen you waking up early, complaining about having to go to school early. You have never been a morning person and that makes us different from each other. Look at where these breakfast meetings are taking me, haha! I have to be up early because leading meetings is not really my thing. I get nervous, but once I calm down, I know you are thinking of me and wishing me well. This brings back memories of when you were in Primary School. Year 4 was tough for you. Making friends was hard at your new school. There were constant comments that made you feel down. A teacher would tell you you were slow in learning, which made you feel awful because you could not keep up with your classmates. You would often fake being sick to stay home. I never got why you were always sick, but I could tell you were unhappy. Whenever your teacher called me, she was worried about your progress in school. She said you were falling behind and that I needed to help you with your reading and homework. What she didn't know was that at home, you'd read poems to me and get excited.
It was at one of your friend's birthday parties that I noticed you were feeling left out. You always wanted to playwith me, and because of the love I have for you (and the other kids), I would think of some games to play together. When I left you alone, you would sit with the other parents, listening to their conversations. "Why does your daughter always follow us around? You need to let her make friends on her own. No one cares about her because she does not want anyone near her." One of the parents told me. All I could do was smile and say you're still adjusting to being in a new school and a new place. She could not see the sadness behind my big smile. After an hour, we had to say our goodbyes and leave.
I've always supported your self-assurance. We would sing and dance at home, and you even assisted me during my morning jogs. I must admit, your athleticism has always been remarkable. You thrived in your sports and earned numerous medals for your school. Whenever you brought home a medal, you would wave at me, often saying, "I dedicate this one to you Mum. I adore you deeply." My eyes would well up with tears as I stood and congratulated you on the achievement. I would pass along the videos to your Dad, who would be ecstatic. He was regretful for not being present at many of your sports events but could never express his love for you more. I am grateful I have always been by your side, ensuring you never felt alone.
Internally, you faced difficulties with being accepted. As your mother, I was there to listen, but you also needed someone of your age to connect with. That is why you quickly formed a friendship with Sam. He was also a solitary figure, much like you, having lived in the neighborhoodbefore us. You did not judge each other by ethnicity or tribe; instead, you both saw the soul's purity and kindness. Sam treated you with such warmth that I feared losing you to him. This is a story for another day sweetheart. He accompanied you while reading and helped you with your math assignments. Once, you both tried to compete in a singing contest, leaving his mother and I in stitches. Despite your voices sounding a bit raspy together, you learned to relax and sing your hearts out. This is when I realised we needed to hire a voice coach for you. Your value of friendship was something I cherished. This moment marked the start of many great things that were yet to unfold in your future...
Keep reading my beloved, and wipe your tears away. You are more cherished than you can ever fathom.
With all my love, sweetheart.
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