I am tired.
I am confused.
I am alone.
I am worthless.
Mother, please help me.
Mom, please understand me.
Nanay, please stay beside me.
Mama, do you love me?
We're not fro the same generation.
You are happy doing stitches.
I am happy tapping in my mobile device.
The gap between it was a long line.
But mother, why is there also gap between us?
Why do I have to stitch stories, just so I can do what I want?
Why won't you justet me tap on my mobile for the day, It is where I can post my stories.
Stories I can't tell you because I am afraid you would be mad.
Omma, I am tired.
Nanay, I need someone to talk to.
Mama, I am afraid.
Mother, please be proud of me
How can I tell Mother all these? how do I break the wall seperating us?