Although I didn't like your decision, I had no choice. I had to obey you.
Sometimes, before you died, I felt dissappointed with my obedience to you, but after you died, I realized that you didn't want me to become like my older brothers.
And what I have achieved until now, they can't be separated from what you had done.
I thank you that you had raised me.
I thank you that you had been patient with me, against my naughtiness.
I thank you that you took care of me in the middle of storm in our family, during the bankruptcy of Dad's business; managed the family financial, so that there was enough food every day for all family members.
I thank you that you didn't ask much to your children. You thought that your children were healthy, that was enough for you and made you happy.
I thank you, you had taught me to love the beauty of reading habit, how books could change my life. Without ordering to read books, you had set an example, you read books, newspapers, and magazines everyday.
I miss you so much, Mom.
You are my hero.
Forever and ever after.
