Dear mother, I am sorry I have failed you, since I have tried not to for all my life. When I was young, I had worked hard and saved few hours for play. We traveled cities far and oceans wide in search for what, I never knew, but now I know the search was all you ever wanted. I am sorry I have failed you, for as I grew--as you did too--I was softly led astray, by wicked hands and piling demands, and pleasures old and new. I have led you to tears, tears embittered and anguished from watching me drown, unable to save me.
I have failed you time and again, and no doubt will in the future, but that is the mark of life. Though I have suffered many failures, I have ushered successes as well. You say that I am grown and out of control; wayward is shall wayward be as waves afresh roll landward from the sea. I thank you for your worrying. I am still young, but old enough to understand. I am uncertain, of almost everything, but I believe in my ability and my self.
I hope we may travel together again, searching for what we may never know, among the rising tides and sleeping moons.
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