“Beloved Eomma,” Your gentle lullabies once lulled me to sleep, and your warm embrace was my sanctuary from every storm. Even now, across the sea, I hear your voice in the whisper of the evening breeze.
I know this exile has hurt you deeply. You have weathered every trial with quiet strength—first the divorce, then my struggles, and now this forced separation. I carry your love like a flame in my chest, warming me against the cold uncertainty.
Thank you for never giving up on me. Your faith sustained me through my darkest days and gave me the courage to face my mistakes. Though I cannot be there to kiss your cheek or help in the kitchen, I hope these words remind you of my gratitude. I will honor your sacrifices by living a life of purpose and integrity. One day soon, I pray we will share tea again and laugh about all that has passed.
With all the love a son can hold,
Your child,
Joseph
