Letter to My Sons #19
My loveliest Vương,
I love watching you dance. I love seeing you smile. I love hearing you talk. I love witnessing you grow. I love observing you copy your brothers. Isn’t it great being the youngest one in the family? At two and a half, you get unconditional love from everyone.
You’re catching up fast. You can do things that your brothers do. You battle Beyblades, play video games, and even climb playgrounds way above your age group. I can’t wait for you to start ice skating and rollerblading so we all can hang out together at the rinks or the skateparks.
Every time I see the smile on your face, I miss my mother—your grandmother. You and her had such a special bond. I always loved the way you smiled and kissed her when she gave you candies. I saw the happiness on her face every time you were with her. She told me how much she adored you. I wish she could have more time with you. I wish she could watch you grow every day, even through videos and photos. I wish she could still be here with us.
When she passed away, I was devastated. You and your brothers gave me the strengths I needed to move forward. I still have my share of responsibility on this earth. I need to raise you and your brothers like she had raised me and my sisters. I can promise you that I will always love you. You can always reach out to me. I will always be right here for you.