Cherishing childhood
My dearest son, If there's a way for you to linger in the realm of childhood, I implore you to seize it. As I pen down these words, your only job is to wake up, eat, frolic around, and sleep—tasks that sometimes we must cajole you into completing. In stark contrast, your papa is juggling three official jobs and various side hustles, alongside your mother, all in the pursuit of crafting a livelihood for our family and those close to us. I've been tirelessly awake since morning, grappling with challenges and tasks that often leave me drained. Yet, my son, you are fortunate. The youthfulness you currently revel in is perhaps the most carefree stage, where challenges seem less imposing. Sadly, by the time you internalize this letter, you'll have transitioned into an age of shouldering more responsibilities. What I fervently pray you don't overlook is savoring every stage to its fullest, unburdened by apprehensions about the future. Frankly speaking, as I type these words, I...