I miss you. There is just no denying that. I can't, at the same time, permit your influence to keep hindering my life, nor can I erase the cute memories of you saying, 'Wait a couple years from now, son.' I need to dissipate it, and yet I don't want to. For the life or me, how can I thank you for such gift in my years, and how can I undo it? You've caused me such pain, yet the love I feel for you blinds me out. That is simply that, Mom. If I could take time back, I'd never repeat my upbringing story; if I could take time back, I'd have no other mother than you.