All I ever want to be … is someone that my parents could be proud of. Looking back, I missed all the opportunities to ask my Dad all the questions that I have and continue to carry with me, as I can no longer ask. So now I ask my Mom any question that comes to mind.
I asked my Mom, “Am I the son that you wanted? Did I turn out as you expected?” My Mom’s reply, “Son, I love you and no matter how you turned out, I will always love you.” 😢