Mom,

I’m sorry.
I can’t handle it anymore.
You seem to be so deep into your own problems, sadness and sorrow…that you forget you are not the only one.

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for being a burden.
Come to think about it, I had always been a burden.
Diapers, later, toilet pads; the asthma treatment; food; education… you would have had the opportunity of wasting your money on something better than me.

I had never asked to exist, but if I had a choice now, I’d do everything different, starting from being born.
If only I had never been born… That was probably the reason dad left.

I’ll move aside so that you can live your life properly, instead of worrying about me.
I’m sorry for everything.
I love you.

See you next life,

Lizzy