I
awoke,
there's the face,
I know,
my mom.
My forehead
is hot,
my mom's tears drop,
on my cheeks,
my heart was
touched,
I felt sorry,
sorry for being a bad daughter.
I
hardly stay at home,
I rather stay at the street,
but now,
I
regret,
I can tell,
my mom care,
and she look after me.
Mom
smiled at she saw me,
awake,
I cry,
I kept
saying,
sorry,
she shook,
she said it's okay,
I cry even
more.
I don't know how my mom feel,
she cares me
much,
but I don't think as she think,
I hate myself.
I
know I need to be good,
to care my mom,
to look after her,
I
know I can do it,
I smile