My Dear Mom I woke up this morning with the urge to write about my mom. Thanks for having a regular day off from work, I had the liberty to spend a couple hours writing about her in Vietnamese - the language which is closest to my heart. It’s a short story of 1400 words. During the course of writing, I could not help holding my tears back. 😢 I wish I could translate the story into English without a lost in translation! My mom is someone whom I love and care very much. Although I didn’t get a chance to live by her when I was growing up, my love for her has never changed. She told me before I came home for the first time in 12 years, she was too anxious to see me. She even tore off some extra pages on the calendar, wishing the day of me coming home would come faster! As for me, I miss her no less. Sometimes I didn't want to call her because it hurt me even more not being able to live around her. I thought if I didn’t call her, maybe she would forget about me. Maybe it would be best for both of us. I was wrong! Neither of us can ever forget each other. She is always in my heart, and I’m also always in hers. I’m happy and grateful for the opportunity to be with her in the next few months. I thank God each day for keeping her happy and well always. Until we meet again, mom! Day 101 Wednesday, October 10, 2018