Letter to my son: There was no one to protect you from me.

You were alone.

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So many times, I was hurting you not loving you.

I see this now.

I see it takes time and mistakes to find out how to love someone with the way best fit for him.

I hope to find the courage to admit in words facing you so that you can forgive me. Until then I am writing.

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