(This whole letter is written in a perspective that I’m writing to myself.)
You were so playful back then. You didn’t want to listen to anyone. You thought life is all about playing. You wanted to have fun and just flung the papers. You didn’t understand anything in classes. You hate yourself failing in subjects. You hated to see you parents being disappointed in you. You hated yourself.
You wanted to make your parents – the only goals of yours. You then always worked hard to achieve tiny goals. You always strive to work harder and never give up. I know there were times that you completely feel horrible and upset.
But you never stop.
I’m proud that you never let your parents down. You got good grades. You passed. Your parents were so proud of you. You didn’t get influenced by people/friends. You were so positive. You learned all the good in the wrongs. You learnt from people mistakes so well, so quickly and so maturely.
I am proud of you.