Be My Soldier Forever

Ep. 92

From :Evan Adrian

For : Uncle Jericho

The woman who hated her daughter for abandoning her and committing suicide, the woman who was disappointed that the man she thought was her daughter had sinned and done what she should not have done, take what he shouldn't have taken.

The woman who kept advising me every five minutes not to be like Anita and to kill herself for failing, wasting time, feeling weird, sad, disappointed or depressed. The one who asks me about my day-to-day life and makes me sandwiches, the one who cooks lunch and dinner for me every day, the one who washes and cleans my clothes, who changes the sheets, the one who makes the bed sheets, the one who reminds me to work hard and get the highest grades because I'm smart, so I can get a scholarship to the college I want.

This woman is my mother, she is also the one who took what is not hers as well.

When I got back from school, Leo wanted to go hang out, I told him I couldn't, Cathy started thinking that I didn't care about him anymore, because I didn't take him.

I just don't want him stepping on one of the bodies by accident, I don't want him screaming and fainting, I don't know what mom can do to him.

A week ago, she tried to kill me, I knew those sounds that as an omen, I knew my mom wouldn't do that to me, she didn't realize she was wearing an evening dress, with a cloth, she said, the bloody pot and knife, which he killed was our neighbor last night.

I tiptoed to the toilet, I didn't expect him to sneak behind me and try to stab me.

She's my mom, I love her and she loves me, I know she doesn't mean anything bad about what she does.

I didn't want the police to find out and take my mother away from me, I tried to force her to take her medicine, to relax, to get treatment, but in the end, I tried to force her to take her medicine, I found myself digging in the backyard in the middle of the night to hide my mother's crimes.

He was really unintentional.

I went back home and felt someone's head under me.

It could be a postman or an old man, I thought.

My teacher gave me an A for the short stories I made and I finally found my stuff, Non-Fiction books.

You were right all along, Uncle Jeri.

Please don't tell anyone about mom, don't tell the police. He'll be back, he'll be better, I'm sure!

With love, with,

Father's Little Warrior.

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From: Uncle Jericho

To : Evan Adrian

Dear Father's Little Warrior,

I know, you don't want to let your mother go, but sometimes we have to do something we don't want that is inversely proportional to our wishes and send our mother away to be healed, he can't keep killing people.

Tell me, how many times has he tried to kill you?

I know it's hard, especially if you're going to university soon, she can't visit you and cause trouble, but you can always visit her at the hospital she's in, like, she said, where he is safe and can recover, uncle will make sure of it himself.

You must not stop because you will leave your mother, you must dare to take steps until you reach your wishes.

Sometimes you have to let go of something to find new things and take a path for your own life, meet new people, overcome new dilemmas.

So go to college and leave your mother to me, I'll make sure she's in good hands.

See you at a later date, little soldier Dad.

One more thing, make sure Leo also learns.

With love, with,

Uncle Jericho.

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From: Evan Adrian

For : Uncle Jericho

Dear Uncle Gus, I am 26 years old now.

Thank you, thank you for keeping faithfully with me during my journey to find my true self, thank you for helping me find my way through life, thank you for making me destroy the darkest days of my life, thank you for everything.

Even though I graduated and published my first book, it seemed like I could not find the words to continue thanking and thanking you.

Life is not great or exciting, but it was a very exciting journey and it was an honor for me to say that I could get through it, of course with the help of your uncle.

Mother had started to get better, although sometimes every few months her illness began to recur and that hurt me a lot when I sent her back to the mental hospital, she said, but I know he's going to get out of there and get better than ever, which helps me a lot, by letting him go and knowing he's safe. I'll be better too.

Schizophrenia, what can I say about that?

It's really annoying to know that I can't develop a sense of humor to save myself from embarrassment, or do a trendy haircut or wear something fashionable to fit the current society, but I don't have to do it to fit in with society, I just want to fit in with my family and that's more than enough for me.

What would people be talking about out there if I wasn't old-fashioned?

I sometimes think I can give them a little help.

I will try my best to make up for everything and pay for everything

Oh well uncle, pray for me, I want to go to Cathy.

I gotta go.

Thanks again to you, pama.

*With love,

Much love for you*,

Adrian Evan

Father's Little Warrior.