It's Okay

It's okay, you don't have to hear what they said.

Just sit as comfortable as you want and never mind about whatsoever table manner supposed to be applied now.

And oh, don't mind of bringing the plate and glass to each of us. It's my duty to bring it. 

It's okay to eat as much as you want, you don't need to worry about gaining weight or whatsoever people will say. 

It's my happiness to see you eat fully and happily.

And I know it's too late, but I'll cook anything you want.

Even though it may take a while, will you wait for me?

"It's too late," Please don't say that.

The word I fear most. The word that breaks my heart apart. The word that makes me fall and crawl.

While you are waiting please tell me some stories about anything or what you feel today.

You know I'm a good listener.

I'll listen carefully and sense the heaviness that lies beneath each word you said  

It's too heavy to carry it alone, so will you share it with me? 

I promise I won't tell it to anyone. 

Or maybe should I tell about my stories?

No, I've been talking too much about myself lately.

I'm too egoistic right? I hate that too.

Now the food is ready, I hope you like it.

"Thank you," Please don't say that.

It's my duty to make you happy. 

Because you look prettiest when you're happy, when you laugh freely, and when you just be yourself.

I won't let anyone turn that happiness into sorrow.