I’m not leaving because I’m scared, or because I think I’m not enough - because maybe for the first time in my life, I know I am. I just love Nick so much, I don’t want him to lose his mom again. So I just wanted you to know: that one day - when he marries another lucky girl who is enough for you, and you’re playing with your grandkids while the Tan Hua’s are blooming, and the birds are chirping - that it was because of me: a poor, raised by a single mother, low class, immigrant nobody.