Love reaches us from unknown every angle of the life. Perhaps, I am young and silly enough to miscopying what the true love is. I am, free as well as witty without a handful of wealth, a man or maybe a child. Loving such fool like me, mother, you must be the saint from god. I am truly sorry if I ever disappointed you. However, believe this I am not a perfect man which you think of me, father. I am too stupid to not understand how much you love us. Mother and you gave life to us but I maybe can not achieve or reach where you two want for us. But trust me, I am not desperate and done. I have time to prove myself, I have dream to create. I know that time is too short and death is close enough. I am sorry that I misunderstood you yesterday, mother. You only wish good for my sake yet I am such fool to reflect it with an anger. I will master myself one day and I hope it is worth to wait though it takes long time. I will reach as far as I can get and take my sister with me.
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