You have a good life. The one where you only worry about yourself, your goals and your desires. Where hanging out with your friends and going into places is what’s keeping you jaded. The kind of life that didn’t give any doubt that living is indeed a beautiful privilege.
Then you met him. The man who will take you to a whole new chapter. Walked with you into a totally different path and altered everything you were used to. Now you can no longer think about yourself alone. You have me. Carried me inside your womb for nine long months of adjustments, restrictions, and discomforts; only you, can name everything. You kept me warm. You kept me safe. You’re my shield, my strength and the air I breathe. Can I say I am your gift or I am a burden? I wish I am not the latter. You accepted me and endured the changes I brought to your body. Gained weight, lose some good clothes, suffered from any strains. There are too many to mention. If only the pain of every contraction will give you anything you wished for, but no. Still, you find it worth it because for a moment our hearts beat together.
I know you were tired. Tired not for your own benefit but for the things I need but staying healthy is the only way I can compensate. I am sorry for all those times I kicked your womb. If only I knew how much it hurts, then I’d choose to stay still for as long as it takes. To save you from another torture. I’m sorry for causing you sleepless nights, for forcing you to experience the agony of labor and risk your mortality just to deliver me in this world. Now, I am here. Alive and happy. All thanks to you, but the journey doesn’t stop here. I can no longer take you back to your old life and I’ll forever apologize for that.
I owe you for obliging you to stay up all night because I can’t sleep, when all you deserve is perfect rest. I owe you for waking up early when I wake too, then watch over me the entire day. Providing me with everything I need while witnessing every step until I grow up. I can never change that difficult day, neither erase the painful memories I inflicted to you, but are you happy? I always pray to God I gave you so much joy. That’s the most I can do. My debt to you for bringing me into this world will never be paid off, and forever I’ll be grateful for that. For giving me the chance to live and granting me a life you think I deserve.