I was longing for your hand,
Warmth of your hugs,
Power of your love,
Much of your support
--mom, I'm longing for your presence.
Why'd you leave me? Why'd you let me feel jealous or isolated from those who have mom beside them?
Why'd you let my tears fall from watching them walking together--laughing together as if their joy would lasts forever.
Mom, I'm lonely. I'm not happy for I want you here with me.
Just when could I see you? When could I have a look at you?
I hope, I hope I'm not just hoping at nothing nor dreaming an impossible thing.
I just want a real mom--I'm tired of being an orphan.
