Tonight, I’m thinking of you.
I’m sorry if what you have now is the only thing I could give. I know it’s not much, but it’s everything I have — everything my tired hands and aching heart could offer.

If I could choose, I’d rather be with you every single day. But I need to work, to provide, to keep our life moving. Sometimes that means giving up moments I can never get back. And that’s what hurts the most.

Please understand, I never meant to fall short. I’m doing my best, even when it feels like my best isn’t enough.

It breaks me when I see you change — when you start to be distant or disrespectful. Maybe it’s pain, or frustration, or growing up. But still, I hope you remember kindness, because that’s what life gives back.

If I could live again, I’d still want to be your mother. But if I can’t, I’ll pray that in your next life, you’ll have everything you desire — even the things I couldn’t give.

I love you in ways I can’t always show. And I’ll keep loving you quietly, every day, even from a distance.