By: Anonymous - from the series of guest posts written by Dr. Baldwin's students at Michigan State University.

Everybody says that we have to be good daughters; we have to be nice to our mums, appreciate her and love her.

Well mum, I love you and I cherish you and I would do anything for you. You’re always there for me, from the moment that I wasn’t even born yet, when I was still a flesh with no heartbeat. I want to repay you mum. I want to make you happy, because you made me happy all the time, just by being by my side.

I love you mum. Is that not enough? Did I do anything wrong? What’s the matter mum? Why is dad crying? All that I can remember is I moved out, went to college and you came to visit me in the middle of the semester, with huge suitcases before you went to off to your visit relatives. “I don’t need this anymore; I want to give them away to your aunts”. That was what you said. That was your first lie.

Weeks had passed and nobody could reach you. Where were you mum? You said that you would call; you said that you’ll be back soon. My grades were falling mum, my weight dropped 13 pounds; I missed you and I’m worried.

Months had passed and I finally heard from you. I’m sorry I ignored you at that time but I was hurt, angry, upset, disappointed, and utterly confused. I’m not saying that I get it now, because I don’t mum. I deserve an explanation, at the very least.

It’s been almost a year now mum, and I’m still hurt and upset. But I missed you. Always have and always will. Very very much. I need your guidance, your assurance, your support. I’m growing up mum, and I need you. If I ever see you again, I don’t know whether I want to scream my lungs out at you or to hug you so tight till my bones hurt and never let go. But one thing for sure is that I’ll never stop loving you mum. Ever. Please come back.

PS; To my dear friend, stay strong love.