Throwback Thursday: The Letter

THANK YOU Uncle from the bottom of my heart.

I received the most touching letter 14 years ago on my 18th birthday. It was a letter from my Uncle who was also like a father to me. He was quite strict but only wanted what’s best for me. He was just looking out for me because I was a child away from my parents. Just like other teenagers out there, I had my moments. I was stubborn and most of the time followed what my heart desires. One thing I struggled then was expressing my emotions in a more positive way. I was afraid to show people how much I truly care and love them. The void and anger I felt at that time towards my parents turned me into someone who’s afraid of showing their love and affection to those who are closest to them. I allowed very few people to see the real me…the one who was vulnerable but capable of loving and caring genuinely. I masked my fear of abandonment with stubbornness because I was afraid to get too close. Afraid that people would perceive me as weak if they knew how much I’m hurting inside. I tried so hard to show everyone that I’m brave all the time though there were many times that I’m breaking apart inside…..screaming for help but I didn’t know how to reach out. I was afraid to put my trust in people because I was afraid of getting disappointed. But that was then…when I was just a teenager trying to find my way into this world. I’ve come a long way and I’m proud of who I am now and for the things I have accomplished. I am thankful for having an Uncle who did his best to guide me and never gave up. I wish I had the chance to personally thank him for everything that he has done for me and our family, most especially to my grandparents but I know he’s watching over us like he always did.


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