Wan leta bout di boada we parents no fi neva kraas

Notn no skier dan di taim wen yu opn di door a yu uona ous tu di uolya wan dem wid wan kliin, chruu aat, an bak a yu bak dem staat fi mek plaan an fi agrii gens yu. Wen parents figet bout nyootraliti an blainli tek said fi dem son ar dem daata gens di ada spous.

Wen dem intafier ina nex porsn yuunyan, parents plenti taim shor se dem a du di rait ting. Bot dem no nuo di uol chuut an dem no iiv riilaiz ou di krushin, onfixabl pien dem a gi nex porsn an ou dem a brok op dem uona granpikni laif, chier dem wol apaat.

I am writing this letter as a reminder of the highest law of ancestral honour: never become a judge in the house of your children. Do not weave intrigues, do not divide the indivisible, and do not teach them how to live. Your calling is to be a quiet light and a kind support, not a force that destroys what was not built by you.