does it worth every tears and hard works our moms and dads have given to us.

to fulfill our needs. even those we don't.

and today is mine.

i got sick very often lately.

i know i've been living in a very fragile body.

since i was 0.

i've been draining your energy, finances, and mentality-- all my life.

dad's started worrying about my medical insurance because I am nearly 21.

which his company wouldn't be supporting anymore.

 

at nights, I hardly hold my tears.

when I realize that you mean the most in my life.

in three -and, I believe, more- people's life.

in my sister's, brother's, and in mine.

and what if

just if

one day

I am no longer here.

you might be heartbroken.

that I couldn't even imagine

but you'd be freed out of me.

but

no.

i haven't thank you enough.

i haven't make histories,

or break records,

or achieve nobels,

or at least to thank you guys enough

that i could spoil you

to sleep on million dollars.

ma, yah

i'm working on my way to million dollars.

i know you'd be praying for me, when i don't even do it myself.

God's always with you

ily.