Letter to my son: You are not my child.

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I don’t know when in the future, I will have the chance to discuss on the below.

I don’t even know if I can confront you and say these lines, nor manage any questions you may have afterward.

So I am writing this letter.

If you ever read this letter, just call on me to say “Hey Mum, how are you?” or visit me and hug me. Nothing else, nothing…