A letter to you, translated…
In times, when we can’t communicate with our spoken words, allow me to, talk to you, via letter writing, I hope, you can read it thoroughly, and patiently, so you can understand, the hopes, the expectations I have for you.
Your mother is not healthy at all, she’d taken a huge risk on her own life, when she got pregnant with you, but, she’d, persisted. During the ten months of pregnancy, she was, overcome with, serious morning sickness, and so, she could only, take those plums, to suppress her urges of needing to throw up, until she’d carried you full-term, then, it’d stopped. The difficulties of the pregnancy had, destroyed her body completely, causing her to never be able to get pregnant again, which became, the regret she’d had for her life since.
As new parents, we flew into a state of panic, not knowing what to do, but, your cute face, turned our trials and hardships into moments of pride, turned the burdens, into excitement. You are, a one and only, cherished, treasure to us all, both your grandmothers loved you so, everybody treated you like the apple of their eyes. As you reached one-month of age, you were very pink and plump, and would wave and kick hard, with your arms and legs, and, your laughter, sounded like the bells that chimed, moved all of our emotions, our friends and relatives constantly visited, adding to the celebratory mood of our household.
As I’d watched you walk, run, head to school, all those joyous moments fell before my eyes, and, in a blink of an eye, you’re, already sixteen. The years had, changed, everything, it’s time, to return, to the reality now.
The younger generations are very much, impacted by the innovative thoughts and belief systems, and, just like your peers, you’d gotten, sucked, into that whirlpool as well. We thought you’d understood how to manage it, but in the end, you’d still, fallen, to the siren calls of the internet, started skipping your classes, and was finally, expelled from school. Later on, you’d run away from home, cut off contact with us, we’d gotten calls from the police station numerous number of times, ran to make your bail to and from, all over the places. But, you’d, gotten worse and worse, gotten in with the bad crowds, started using and abusing illegal substances, until you were caught, and sent to juvenile detention.
As I’d gone to visit you in juvenile detention, I saw that rebellious look in your eyes, as well as your slimmed body, I’d felt very awful about it, I’d not wanted you to worry, so, as I visited you, I’d, forced my smiles, but, I’d started, crying hard, bleeding out, on the inside, where, did our well-behaved daughter go?
not my picture…
What’s awful ways, your mother had cancer, had two huge operations, with scars that looked like centipede in front of her chest, and, the chemo hurt her health too, and yet, she’d still constantly, worried about you, knowing that she will never get to see you again, she’d still wanted to tell you, “I really, really do love you!”, the side effects of her chemotherapy caused her to lose her hair, and, although she’d gone to the doctors like she was supposed to, but, the cancer cells still metastasized, and, the nutritional products didn’t do any good either. After she’d transferred to the terminal ward, she’d left the world thereafter, she’d not seen you, walk out of juvenile detention hall.
On your mother’s funeral, we saw you, walking in, in handcuffs, seeing you kneel and cry over your mother, I couldn’t help, but cry too, I’d prayed, that you had, truly, changed, to offer console, to your mother’s spirit.
This letter, written, in the coldest of winters, from the daddy who love you the most, left, for the dearly, beloved, daughter, of mine.
So, this, is the father’s thoughts, after the daughter became rebellious and was sent to juvenile detention, and, this man had, also, lost his wife to cancer in the process, and, that’s just, too many tragedies in a person’s life, for the person, to endure…
Life, the Obstacle Course 