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A Billet-Doux

After a year of working in foreign land, Marilyn the eldest daughter wrote to her family about her situation and job. And most especially to express her true feeling to her family. Dear Mama, On the time that I left you I cannot control the tears Flowing in my eyes I couldn't see you directly And it continues to flow When you said that time "I will miss you" Albeit I do not want to leave you but my feet forcing me to go because of our dilapidated house, slanting post, to have something to eat at least three times a day and most especially to give all your needs and wants in life That's why I'm working hard scrubbing the floor, cooking, caring the children and doing all the household chores It seems I am a carabao that almost no more sweat will fall. In the evening I tried to dance In the middle of the smokey bar With the twinkling sundry of lights Touching my legs and breast Just to allure the customer In order for me to earn. You know one time Mama I forgot to wipe the table And when my Boss noticed it He shouted angrily and he said "You're such a b*st*rd" I've just smiled at him 'coz I don't know what he meant Especially there is no dictionary here. But you have nothing to worry With me my beloved Mama I bought your favorite make-up kit, Spaghetti dress and high heels To my Papa, I bought him a very expensive liquor and cigarettes to baby I have also a toy gun and two boxes of Toblerone and Hersheys to my Lola and Lolo, to my Ate and Kuya I have also a gift for them. I am doing this just for all of you In order for us to eat three times a day To give all your wants and needs in life And most especially to show to All of you how much I love you That I am ready to give my life And to suffer for you Mama "If you just only knew How much I love you." With Love And Care, Marilyn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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