Son,
The first time I saw you were this little red thing with a crying face. Your voice touched my heart and I finally understood the true meaning of love. The first time I breastfed you was the most joyous yet painful moment in my life. The first time you stood up, my chest was filled with pride and joy. The first word you spoke was ‘Mimi’ and I still remember the jealous face of your father! Those were the happy days. The first time I took you to play-school, you cried in my arms saying, “No. No. I don’t want to goooo.” The emptiness I felt while you were in school made me sad and I cried.
You, my boy, were the apple of my eye. You were the only thing that made me happy. Your smile turned a sad day into a happy one. I still remember each one of your weird and naughty habits. I was the first woman to know all your likes and dislikes whether it was Chinese foods, or Ice Cream, and many other things. Amongst all this happiness and busy schedule, you grew up. One day, you were in my arms crying and wriggling, and the next you had grown a head taller than me. I still laugh at the memories of how from being a shy kid, you had become a playboy. How you begged me to send home those angry girls that came at our doorstep.
I was so happy the day you got a full scholarship to study for the Masters in Literature Course at Stanford University. Your excitement made me happy and I blissfully let you go to complete your studies! How was I to know that I was letting you go for eternity? How was I to know that you will be leaving me behind to stay in that foreign nation; a nation that is now your new home? I hoped that you would come to live with me after your studies. However, you had other plans! Son, do you not remember me? Do you not care for me? I loved you more than I loved your sisters and this is what I get in return. Complete abandonment!
The weird thing is that even though I hate the fact that you left me on my own, I still cannot seem to hate you. That is why I am writing you this letter. This letter, I write to you from heaven. Son, I am not dead. I have re-discovered the meaning of heaven. Heaven is where you live with people that love you the most. I live with your elder sister and her cheery husband who loves me like his mother. We live in a small but cozy house amongst noisy but friendly neighbors. I hope that you receive this letter and realize the love of your mother; never-ending like an ocean.
With love,
Your Mother
