Although the part about burnt up ash did make me smile, I know I deserved the above letter from my wonderful son. I feel so guilty and my harsh words keep playing in my head.

erinja kallum Paranja vakkum..
I cleaned the closet hoping it would make me feel better..
But I still can’t understand, How could I tell my one and only son that I will chop him in to itsy bitsy tiny weeny pieces?
Obviously cleaning the closet didn’t help.
I am in no mood to update my blog..

Today I think, I shall wallow in self pity.

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