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knowmarkjohn:

Ester Tilan Mangayayam AKA “Mom”

January 13, 1967 - November 16, 2001

Dear Mom,

Its been 10 years already. The last time I seen you, you were on a hospital bed up at Queens. I remember those times when me, and Tiffany them would sing to you while you were there sleeping. We would always try to sing louder so that you would wake up. Now that I look back at it, I don’t regret it. That was the last time you got to hear my voice. 

Me and dad are doing okay now. Dad got Aunty Rona and then Marienne came into the world. You would love both Aunty Rona and Marienne. They both remind me of you. Aunty Rona supports me in everything I do, just like you do and Marienne knows how to put a smile on my face. For some reason Aunty Rona looks like you, kinda freaky. Anyways, you don’t got to worry about me.

Ever since then I graduated from Salt Lake Elementary School, Dole Middle School and now I’m a Senior at Farrington High School (I didn’t get a chance to get into Moanalua High School). I graduated from Salt lake Elementary School with some achievements. I got that “Dolphin of the Year” Award a couple times, so that’s good. Also, in Dole Middle School, I was lucky enough to participate in the graduation ceremony. I got all this because of how you would always tell me to do my best. All those achievements are for you.

Now I’m a Senior at Farrington High School! I currently have like a 3.3 GPA and I’ve been in the soccer team for 2 years now, this is my 3rd year. I know my GPA ain’t that good, but I’m still working on it. I’m planning on going to the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, California after high school. Yeah its its out-of-state, but I really love SF. I know its gonna be hard, but it’ll happen in the future. 

Overall, I just want to say that I’m sorry for all the things I put you through. I would always hear Aunty Armie them talk about how you had some kind of heart condition and you had high blood-preasure and stuff. Thinking back to it, I think that all that came from me. I would always give you a hard time when you would always try your best to make me happy. I would always push you around, yell at you, and not even listen to you. I’m sorry for doing all that. 

Your only son, Mark John Tilan Mangayayam