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Mother of Daughters



And I know that was you. In my dream last night. And thank you for showing me the way. You know, it’s all really not about the price. It’s all about the dignity. And you successfully came to me without any explanation. Just a short talk this way, “We may starving, but for me dignity is above anything”.

Then, you’re done with me.

You’re gone. Again. Like you used to be. And I realized that the only one who can push down my evil side is you. I may be stubborn, rebel, tuff, strong in ways, and a little bit dick for someone else. But when it comes to you, I’m completely crashed. And I’m really thankful for that.

So, just stay here for me. For your daughter. You know, sometimes it got me thinking so deep, about Dad. His manner and also his attitude towards all of us. I’m scared that one day I would become like him. Rude, senseless, unloved, and pathetic (and even maybe I’m almost there at the moment). But, you save me for that thing. You keep me human. You keep me to love towards my friends because you said that we couldn’t live without others (you said the strongest one is just pointless without someone to share with). You make it for me. And I’m glad to realize that.

You know, maybe I don’t have a great Dad role, but I have you as a real warrior potrait.
Dear Mother of Daughters

You always teach me how to stand, even if they try to take us down. You always teach me how to forgive, even though your heart ripped off. You always teach me how to love unconditionally, without ask something in return. You always show me the way when they block my way. And I’ve been blinded for so long about this. I’m so fool.

And I have no idea about this thing. About one day, when I become like you. Become super mom in the entire universe. Would it be good? Would it be better? Or even worst? I don’t know that I could be better than you. I’m not that good as you, Mother.

And, I owe you for everything.

Hopefully you’ll come back soon. Like our promise, together as one. Because the only one who can fix me is you, Mother. The only one who can break me down when I’m turning into a monster is you. ‘Cause the evil inside me would can only be pressed by the angel inside you.

Forever and always.


With love,

Rosalie.    
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