You are not a perfect child, but neither am I a perfect mom; that doesn't make you any less, for my soul, you're the perfect home. I matured as you grew, from a toddler to a teen; exploring the world, learning from mistakes, trudging roads where I have been. Your rank doesn't matter, neither the stream you choose; what matters is your resilience, spring back whenever you lose. You will discover as time goes by, there's no one who never faltered; but success never eludes those who try, never give up till your inner self you conquer. Not all days are sunny, nor all nights long and dark; somewhere through the darkest night, you will find the spark. The spark that will kindle, and keep you from giving up ever; and anchor you to keep believing, keeping you a fighter at heart forever.