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dear son, No matter how much stress you give me, The worry we suffer, The confusion you cause, We love you dearly, Looking forward to the day you get well. |
English Text For
Le Thi Chinh, by Tuong Nguyen
Lien
| Child
in pain, ill, your parents worry for you Hoping only that you will be healthy and strong. Every time you fall ill my heart aches! I pray to divine grace for you not to fall ill. When a mother's heart is joyful, nothing compares to it. My son, I know one thing: When you feel pain, your mother feels sorrow. When you are well, your mother feels joy. |
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