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Dear Momma

Mom,
Ade minta maaf atas kejadian yang tadi. Bukan maksudnya Ade ngelarang Mom untuk baca post yang udah dibuat. Tapi Ade agak risih, dan parno kalo Mom mau baca post yang dibuat dengan Ade duduk disisi Mom. Mom boleh baca blog ini, tapi ngga saat ada Ade. Ade emang ngga sopan sama Mom.

Mom, Ade emang suka nulis, tapi Ade masih belom siap untuk kasih liat semua hasil tulisan Ade ke Mom secara langsung. Ke Mba Tita, Mba Andes juga gitu.... :( Ade emang ngga sopan sama Mom.

Mom,
Ade baruuu aja ultah ke 15 tapi kelakuan Ade masih kaya anak kecil. Kemauan Ade, sikap Ade, ngga bisa memberi contoh ke orang lain. Ade masih suka rewel ini-itu, masih suka bandel sama Mom.

Mom,
Ade emang nakal.

And I'm feeling so guilty. I am lucky to have you here. I am lucky that I have someone who always by my side. I am lucky that you love me and protect me from any troubles, dangerous, or something like that.

I know I'm getting older, I'm growing up, and I need a direction to be an educated girl. And you are my direction. You are my inspiration. You are my idol. You are the woman I wanna be. I wanna be an architect because I wanna be you (beside I do love sketching).

You are my hero, Mom. I'm not saying this just because everyone reads my blog. I'm saying this because I Love You. I'm saying this cause I'm not brave enough to see your face . I know I'll cry when if I say this right in front of you.

Mom, you're the one who wants me. Who take cares of me since I was so young.

I am lucky that you are my Mom.

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