I Love You; But Why Are We Like This?

Sunday, May 8th, 2005 @ 16:52

Tags: emotional · letters

Dear Mother,

I don’t want to make this too long since I need to rush off soon. But I want you to know that I love you. And I want you to know that I know you love me.

I’ve seen the pictures in the house when I was a baby before you had Anders and I know that you loved me a lot.

I just want to know why have we become like this for all these years since I became a rebellious teenager.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Love, Nadine

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Brenda commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:07

Gee, I totally forgot today is Mother’s Day until I read your blog entry. :X

mo commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:08

aww…that bad huh? 🙁

Silver commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:09

=pats=

I’m not very sure but here’s a thread that I found,
http://www.paperpieces.org/mb/viewthread.php?tid=560

patty commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:09

it’s not always too late to go back to the way things were used to be 🙂

yami commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:10

if things were to remain the same forever, we won’t learn to treasure those old good times. old saying, but well.. still kinda true i guess.

Gena commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:10

That’s such a sweet letter. Ah well. We all become rebellious at one point of time. It’s not too late to make things better.

Joyceline commented

August 21, 2005 @ 23:10

Unconditional love is the best kind of love, and I guess that’s because no matter where we go, it’s always there at home… and home is where the heart is afterall. Nice entry.

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