Dear Raphael,

Teacher Parents Meeting in school today. Makes me feel sad. Although i am in this line of work, and wished that the parents do not come at all so that i can go home early. But I know, that if i have the chance, i would so much like to be in the parents' shoes and wait for my turn to see your teacher and get feedback about you in class. Cos I want to work hand in hand with the teacher to help you reach your potential.

Sometimes, i wonder if your teacher would be like me, trying to get the parents to see their character and be happy. Instead of the grades... My class grades are all red.. but guess what, their characters.... their warmth .... their thoughtfulness and innocence.... are worth more than grades itself......

Thinking about it: What kind of class would you be in? What are you like in class? How i would like to be teaching in a place that you will be studying.... a dream that is so far away.. is it attainable? I guess not. By the way your daddy is trying to get me out of your life by hook or by crook. By not allowing you to see or talk to me.. i doubt he will want to put you in the same school as i am although it makes things easier as you do not need to line up, ballot for places and yet can be in one of the good schools in the north east zone. He definitely does not want that... to let us have so much time together..... incase you come back to me when you are older.

Sad Thoughts... all through the night. Wishing you are here with me... holding my hands.... and demanding attention from me.... so cheekily.

I love you Raphael.
Good Night.

Love, Mommy