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Seeing these words is like seeing me:
Anan, by the time you read this letter, your mother will have gone to a place far, far away.
It's so distant that I can't come back in this lifetime.
I... am not a good mother.
When I was very young, your grandmother passed away. No one taught me what a mother should be like.
I say these things not as an excuse but with regret.
Regret that I, who went through such a lonely childhood, heartlessly allowed you to experience the same.
Regret that I gained nothing from my own mother, and when I became a mother, I had nothing to give to my daughter.
Regret that as a mother, I also failed to teach you anything.
I didn't teach you how a girl should protect herself, I didn't teach you the difference between right and wrong, I didn't teach you how to love someone… of course, I neither had the qualifications nor the capacity.
I think, your brother will teach you.
Hopefully, your brothers can all teach you.
