It is already the middle of the night, and I am lying

on my bed.
I remember the figure of a woman who became my
strength.
That night she sent me a message; I did not expect
her to tell me what he experienced when she was
not with me there.
I shed tears after that.
There was nothing I could do, and I was
disappointed that I could not do anything.
This woman is someone I miss.
I am sure she misses me too.
The burden that he endures alone is cumbersome,
and I know that.
Seeing her face looks so tired, I want to hug her.
You can see grey hair starting to grow on her head,
along with fluffy black hair.
She was getting old and looked very tired.
It is sad to see that.
Gives me happiness, but I do not know if she is
happy or not there. I am restless tonight, yes.
There was no one to help her with all the problems
she faced.
I also understand very well how she faced all this.
She just wanted to talk tonight. I hope to finish this
and take the burden off her shoulders. My nights
are always lonely, but what can I do? That woman
is my mother. I miss you, mom. Just be patient. I'm
almost halfway to reaching our dream.