Dear mom,

I love you, mom. I did a lot of things to make you happy. I'm not sure if you are proud of me. Will you be proud of me? I'm sorry for not loving you enough. I know I'll regret it someday. I know I'll apologize a billion times. I know I'll ask the universe for five more minutes. Only for my own mind to answer for the universe, "you had the chance." or something.