Letter: Mama

Mama,

When I was small, I woke up from my sleep and was looking for you. I saw you silently crying by the phone. I didn’t know what to do, so I just hid as I watched you cry.

You didn’t have to say anything but I knew. You were crying because you missed Papa. You were crying because of us, your children too. (more…)

Letter: Lily

Lily,

You made work at the Children’s Center more exciting for me. When I was assigned to you, or even when I wasn’t, you clung to me like a panda to a bamboo tree.

You liked it best when I ran my fingers through your head down to your chocolate tresses. Then I would rub your back in slow, light motions as you closed your drowsy eyes. I was glad. For during class, you are the most energetic little worker bee searching for nectar. I wanted you to rest. (more…)