Mother

Dear Anthony,

I saw those cards stacking on your brown desk that smells like fresh wood. I peeked through your office window and saw that when your birthday comes, you stack it up, pushed it aside. When gifts came, you checked the tag and saw my name and simply threw it down the bin. Those cards. They're all mine. I know. One evening, you called me for dinner. I was so thrilled. I dressed up nicely. But at the last minute you said you are cancelling it. The next day, you invited me for dinner. I was once again thrilled and dressed again and i was crest-fallen. You cancelled it again. Just in the morning, i sent you a birthday card and you put it in 'my stack'. I blinked back tears and i hope this anonymous letter you have read will tell you that i'm happy you are sucessful and i love you, my dear son.

Love, your mother.