Despite what ever happened in this life, I hope that you will always remember those that have brought you into this world, your Earthly guardians as reverred in our aged-old Khmer tradition.
Memories are not much; yet it is the heartache that matters most. You are not forgotten. The ongoing suffering that you have to endure will be short-lived and that is a promise that I will carry with me until fulfillment is done and my soul is put to rest.
Your smile with those big round eyes are what I remember most. Your cries of joy and happiness despised me. For I know it is the innocent look on your face that always shine on me and I will forever remember you in my heart until the day I die.
The short-lived memories between all of us that matter most and will be ever lasting in my sub-conscience.
My paths are destined by destiny and only time will be able to heal. It is with hope and countless prayers to God that I shall live to see your face once more.
My bundle of joy...Angel, you will always be remembered in my heart..If time shall heal, I will forever be indebted to you because those missing years are time gone by and needs to be made up.
And it is my only hope that the world has treated you fairly in my absence. You will have grown to what you are yet it is my hope that the world has offered you the same opportunities as I once had.
As I sit and contemplate about life in my secluded room about those days, months and years ahead...I am rather pessimistic and filled with nothing but hopelessness.
For once in my life time, I am scared of what will happen in the days, months and years ahead. My greatest fear will be the fear of loosing you and your acknowledgement of who I am in this world.
The short-live memories are so vivid yet they break my soul. And it is my hope that when you have heard of my agony and pain caused by missing you will help ease your anguish and sorrow. Yet, I beg of you to never hate nor curse the evil that is in me.
And that, you will forgive me for those months and years of the lost time together that will never be replaced.
My lovely Angel, was it meant to be this way? I may have lived yet my soul died the day I left you behind.
How can a sudden wind of turbulences keep chasing me away from you? I am constantly drowned in misfortunes, one after another. I am nothing now but lost in time and space. Will I ever get out? I can only hope for a second chance in life....
It is a personal choice that I have made yet the trauma that I experienced will forever change me and how I look at this world and the people around me.
In glorious time, men treat other men with respect, dignity and kindness.
When time is bad, I am casted away like a lonesome feather caught in the turbulence of time and space in the open seas. And it is after all a cruel and an unjust world.
It shall be forever remembered that in these trouble times, I must remember that a lost soul should never be forgotten. Some days and some how that lost soul of mine will be back stronger than ever because it is only destiny that my soul will be once again proclaimed.
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