Dear Mom,

I miss you so much. I miss you so much that I want you to come here to Doha to see me. To see your son all grown up physically but still acts childishly.

I miss the times when we go to dinner always. May it be a fancy restaurant or a simple fast food chain, I'd still enjoy your company. Nonsense talks and boisterous laughter were always one of our highlights when we were eating together.

I miss the times when you scold me whenever I've done something bad. You scold me whenever I arrived late at home, texting on the wee hours of the morning and you always scold me when I talked back at you and dad. I wish I could be there so that I can still hear your voice even though you're mad at me. I can't hear them anymore as of now because I'm still here.

I miss the times when we go to church together. Serving the Lord with you could never been so good.

I miss you.

Paul