Dear mother, I'm no prodigal son returning home, I'm that son who bent before you, Who you shed tears for his toil, And as I was leaving to seek self-esteem, I won't forget of your pouring prayers, Which ever since then if I look at the heaven, The cloudy sky have been promising; Then I will feel the hands of God on my shoulders, Making me stronger than I thought I was, And all work seemed so easier than what it meant. Today, here I return to pay a homage, To reassure you of my safety out there, To tell you of amazing stories of FAMAKS, To tell you of the good people I met, To tell of those fabulous students I teach, Who made me recall of my childhood, And their love for candy was like mine, Which used to make me broke into tears; Just like you cuddled me, so was I to them, Never minding how much I sacrifice so far they smile. Dear mother, Open your arms wider than the heaven, Tear your cheeks to smile at my face, Cook that my favorite food I gobb...