I’m sorry for being inconsiderate.
I’m sorry for disobeying you while I lived under your roof.
I’m sorry for lying about everything and anything.
I’m sorry for not being the daughter you wished me to be.
I’m sorry I didn’t continue piano for you.
I’m sorry we don’t have many pictures of us three together.
I’m sorry for rebelling at such a fine age of 7.
I’m sorry for arguing with you.
I’m sorry for moving so far away.
I’m sorry I made you worry.
I’m sorry for being careless.
Mom and dad, I’ve never verbally told you that I love you, but I do.
I know I wasn’t the offspring you imagined to have had. Instead of being a smart and talented pianist, I was more OK with non-A’s and nothing of the classical sorts. I know I’m the first generation of our family, and I’m sorry for moving further and further away from you guys. I do miss you.
I am, however, unapologetic for who I’ve become. Everything in the past, I have come to realize that not everything I did was worth it and probably should have deserved harsher punishments.
I’m not sorry for being carefree.
I’m not sorry for wanting to know the world.
I’m not sorry for knowing I do not want piano to be apart of my life.
I’m not sorry for being headstrong.
I’m not sorry for being blunt.
I’m not sorry for being me.
Mom and Dad, I love you from wherever I am, and know that I will always have you guys in my heart when it’s the best and worst of times. I have felt a new wave of growth and maturity overcome me in these past few days, and finally feel that sense of responsibility and appreciation. It’s time to be me in a country that accepts me. It’s time to live in a country where jokes are jokes and not subtle face-slaps. It’s time to live a life free of judgment and negativity. It is now the time to go back to the country of fine coffee, accents, and exotic, yet deadly creatures.
Mom and Dad, I know this is selfish of your only daughter to move to the other side of the world indefinitely, but I have to be selfish in order to be relatively happy.
I love you as much as I love life.