Today is your first death anniversary. Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. Everyday whenever I come back from long day of delivery work, your smiling portrait in frame on the cabinet that placed next to the entrance always warmly welcomes me back.
There are days I think of you sitting in the dining table, hunching your back trying to loop the thread in the needle on the sewing machine, only to call for my help to do it for you because of your bad eyesight. I can't afford to give away the sewing machine because it reminds me a lot of us - of how we both trying to make the best use of it.
You loved cleaning the surface of the cabinet, shelves, and table because that was your motherly duty. Cleaning every corner just so we live comfortably. We still try our best to keep our house clean and tidy, just so that we do not want to fail you for not taking care the home you loved.
I am doing fine. Have a job. Eat and sleep well.
I'll visit you at the temple this Sunday.
Miss you. Always.
Love,
Your Son
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