Dear Mom,
This is the letter I never wrote to you.
The one who thanks you.
For all the time spent teaching me without being taken seriously.
For dealing with tears, wars, and earthquakes.
For those endless discussions.
And endless silences.
For having lived in disorder.
And for the hours of running here and there.
The hours to applaud.
And shout bravo.
And the ones where you didn't say a word.
Hours of tidying up clutter.
And the ones where you put the pieces back together.
For sleepless nights.
And the lost hours.
For the years you haven't seen my bedroom floor.
And the moment you finally got it back.
For all this.
Thank you.
Thank you for giving me all the time in the world.
