Letter to my rich son
Letter to my rich son Dead mother letter to her rich son; Dear son am so proud of you as your mother.how proud I live knowing you are the fruit of my labor,I worked hard each and every day of my life to see you be a successful business man. I remember raising you with out your father's help we went through allot me and you son... But now am old you didn't remember me son.now you turned your back.i don't know what kind of son you turned out to be.. You never visit me in my village home since your life changed you changed to.now am dead i you have come back crying crocodile ties..when I was sick I didn't see any help from you my son.when I was hungry eating nothing you didn't even bother.how can my son be as rich as you are and I be as poor as a church mouse. Look dear son how much money you used in building my grave.. Look the house I was living in and that you call it yours. Ooh son I pray for you God to forgive you and grant you mercy your still...