I still remember tears of my mother,
Watching me suffering from TB meningitis in the hospital bed,
Scared and nurses up and down. I looked at her and asked,
“Mom, am I going to die?” She took my hand and held it,
Sighed and said, “God blessed us with you son,
You are the light of our family, our hope, treasure, pride and bright future.
God saved you, son, we thank him, be a good servant to Him.