A LETTER

ខែ​ឧសភា 2, 2013 at 10:24 ព្រឹក បញ្ចេញមតិ

Dear You,

You got me all wrong. You have your tongue and say whatever you think it’s right. I am sorry for not talking, but I am better at writing. So please understand me. It’s not like I didn’t want to help nor not happy to help – not as what you think.

I had a free gap of time that was why I went there for you all. I knew everyone was working hard as hell, and I was going in and out as I please. I wanted to help as much but I couldn’t and I was very sorry for that.

I did what I could – so DON’T tell me what to do. I guess I would have fainted at de shop if I went down cleaning the office. I just knew too well how much strength I had.

I didn’t know what had happened. I was driving back crying.. I really didn’t understand us.. didn’t understand why. Is it my job destroying us? I’m sorry if it’s so.

I don’t know how to help us.. maybe time would heal all wounds. Maybe…

Rain,

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