Dear mom, Your son...

Dear mom, Your son is facing the world, planning profoundly and acting considerately for the great hand of mercy, which has ushered his heart to the ataraxic pastures, leaving foes stormed with their arms outstrached into a surrendering posture.

Just as you said, it will be a long time for him to see you again. So he just found the necessity of decorating his thoughts with your only precious smile. As he closed his eyes, he knew he'd be with you since he's impatient about the future.

He constantly kneeled on his bedroom floor with his heart feeling so cold from loneliness, making very strange beatrates, which may possibly be considered the lonliness beats because of the weariness he drowned in, and he almost became a loser.

Not yet wise, but preaching wisdom to the slums became pointless as the folk developed pilfering habits and all folk turned into foes, and brothers never were before hoes. The times he stood against were a preparation for facing the world and storing every moment in his "computer."

I hope you realize your son still needs you.

I love you. May God protect you!

Your son,
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