Son (4)

Dear Son,

If you are blessed with a sister, please take care of her. I will raise her to be strong, independent and reliable.

But as her brother, whether you’re older or younger than her, you have the obligation to take care of her.

Divide the responsibility I will assign to you all and do not burden her with all the problems.

I will raise her to be reliable that sometimes she might feel the need to carry the weight of the world, and Son, that is the last thing I want her to do.

I want you all to learn to ask each other for help, and for all of you to accept each other’s requests.

You should all be the swords and shields for each other. And I do not mean you use these for fighting.

Use them to back each other up and distribute the weight equally between each other.

I still have more to say in this matter,

but this is it for today, Son.

Son (3)

Dear son,

Patience can be tough.

It can be so fucking hard. 

Excuse your mother’s choice of words.

But you’ll see. 

You’ll curse patience.

And anything that stands 

Between you and what you desire.

But patience,

My son,

Will help you become wiser.

But you don’t care about being wise,

Do you?

Not at the beginning.

Patience, my son. 

Will help you appreciate whatever it is 

That you wanted or needed in the first place.

You won’t understand the value

Of this trait

Unless you go through shit yourself.

Try it one time

With something that is worth your waiting

And tell me.. 

Tell me then how fulfilling it feels. 

Son (2)


Your mother needs you right now.

She needs to stroke your hair,

Hold your face,

Wraps you within her embrace,

Hear you call her name,

See you smile and act all silly.

She just needs you, son.

She needs you so she can love again.

She needs to feel that kind of affection

She wants to understand love, son.

Unconditional kind of love.

She needs to feel warm again.

She needs to feel.

Please. Son. 

Find your mother.

She is waiting for your call.