To my future son

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 All I recall was hearing the word subaru , I could tell they were talking of car brands then it faded as we headed in different directions 

Those few words from complete strangers , mother to son in the streets got me thinking,praying , hoping that could be me and my son in future  

Hey baby , it's me your mother hoping that someday you will get to read and listen to this , then you will know that I love you , loved you before I knew who your father would be , you will know you are my life and so long as I'm alive you will be safe , you won't have to lock yourself in your room for fear that I will hurt you , you won't have to wish that morning comes so you rush to school to avoid being around me , you won't have to lie for fear that I won't understand what you did , I will love you even when you are wrong 

I will love you enough to ground you when need be and hug you when you are lost  , I will love you so you won't be lost when choosing a wife instead you will know just the right qualities of the perfect mother for your kids 

It is my prayer that I will be a good mother to you 

          _shiey

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