Ma..

I called you. I said I wanna hear your voice, but deep down inside, I wanted to tell you my worry. What I thought and what I felt. That I felt burdened inside. That I really wanna cry.
But it’s hard to cry if I remember that I was your hope. That you wanted me to be what you want to. That you gave me your everything to see me succeed.

I just wanna say, “Help.” Just a help. Calm me down. Support me in the way I want you to. Embrace me. Just treat me like you did once, when you brushed my hair.
But again.. how can I say those? He said it’s enough to tell our parents our problem. He said better to tell our parents the happy moment in our life.

Then what should I do?