The time when I understood that
You were not related to me at all
I didn't cry.
I was happy that you were still with me.
I owe you a lot.
I would never let you know
That I understood the truth.
It will distance you from me.
All your life you took care of me
Even though I was not your own.
Still I had fought with you.
Now I regret it.
But it keeps me to you closer.
I could shout at the highest -
"You are my mother".
Yet, it is nothing compared to your sacrifice.
I still think
How can you love me so much
Even though I am not your own.
