Dear Mama and Papa,
If letters could raise the dead, this would be my loudest cry. Life without you feels like walking barefoot through fire—each step heavy with struggle, and silence. I miss your voices, love and all. But I remember your dreams for me. I'm studying hard, building apps on a broken phone, chasing a future you believed in. Sometimes I break—but your memory fixes me. You taught me to rise, even with nothing. I carry you in every code I write, every prayer I whisper. Thank you for everything. Please keep watching.
Your son,
chiweike
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