I'm sorry to your mother because I'm no good. I just want you to know that it's not easy for me to interact because we have different culture I don't know what's right and bad to do, so I don't know how to start or make a move. So it's much harder for me to communicate because I can't speak and understand fluently your language. I'm so hurt because you blame me that I don't like your mother, but you don't know how eager I am to talk to her, to ask how she's doing?, to tell her how is my day too, so many.. but it's just hard. So sometimes, I just keep quiet, silent. You don't understand me. It's not easy for me. So if I did wrong, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm struggling. And I know, your mother and your sister don't like me. Because I'm "tingputong" "puhawkan" "trash" "flirt" that is what Vanessa told me. That your family don't like me because of that. And I'm very insecure of her because I know, and I feel your family likes her so much that even these days they still hang out together.