How time flies, my deareat Huz.
In a blink of an eye, you have left mom for eight months.
Mom is still silently weeping at night.

The thoughts of you at the time when losing you are just so unbearably agonizing that most of the time she painstakingly switches them off.
But they always slink back.
And with no exception she defenselessly sinks into sadness.

In her deepest consciousness, the beams of your eyes are always glowing.
She misses you. And she blames herself.

Although she knows you wouldn’t want to see her cry,
she is in no control of her tears.

Forgive her, for she loves you so much.

My dear boy, may you rest in peace.

With all the love,
mom xxxxx