My dear son,
your birth, your existence:
the joy I cannot tell in words!
Dear son I dream about your future -
a great comfort and consolation.
My son, let me insist that
you will only tell truths in your life.
But remember
you can tell the truth
only when you perceive that
many in the society are liars,
and that they are made up of their lies,
their self-made cocoons of lies,
or my dear son you could be exploited
and crushed.
Dear son, Iet my death never get you tired,
go ahead righteously
be the shoulder for family
and comfort for society.
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