A/N: Another assignment here. I really like this one though.This is based on theearlier chapters of the book Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
To my dear Absalom,
Though it pains me to write it, this may be the last letter I will be writing to you. You may laugh at this decision made by your silly mother, but I mean it. No matter how many times I have written it before, I am going to keep my word and hold my hand back from writing to you.
Hence, you will notice the difference of its contents. I am sure you will find it easier to read now, as the letters are not as illegible as the others were because of my tears. I was ashamed to admit it before, but not anymore; yes, I have cried. Your mother has shed so many tears that it's all dried out now. I have no more tears; not in my eyes, or heart or soul.
I do not believe that you are the cause of it, I blame myself. Yes, because I was a fool. A fool to let my only child go and do a job meant for others who are much older. A fool to believe that you were a man at a tender age. A fool to believe that you will come back home, back to our dreams, back into my arms; when you were already out of reach.
What kind of mother had Tixo left you with?
No, I am to blame for all this. That is why your dear father is suffering. Hurting himself because of my actions, but he does not know this. He has just recently accepted that you will not come back. But I could see that he still has hope, hope that might crush him inside or spread happiness within. I only pray for the latter, and beg Tixo not to make him suffer any further.
He has gone to Johannesburg, for your aunt is sick, but I know that he will also look for you. So I plead once more my son, do not go away any further, go to your father, come back to me so I can forgive myself and be forgiven.
Forgive me for straying away from the purpose of this letter, and again, I have meant it when I promised this last letter. I may be your silly mother, but as your mother, I shall keep my word. My desperation may seem deep but it is over, now I shall keep my head high with pride and accept whatever it is that will come my way.
I hope this letter satisfied its purpose and sent a hidden message that I myself am not aware of. Take care of yourself my son, and for my sake as well as your father's, continue to live so we can see you once more.
From Your Prideful and
Loving Mother.