1983 Hood Street,
Garden City, California
I’m writing this to you, not to say that I still hate you. Trust me, I do, really. But, I’m writing you this to ask how you feel? About how we fell apart, about how this all fell apart? I don’t know why I honestly writing this, but it’s for a class and my teacher thinks it’ll maybe help bring me peace of mind. But, are you happy out there in the great wide world? Do you miss me, your son? Do you miss your little girl, who doesn’t even know who you are?
When you lay your head down at night, how do you sleep? Seriously, how do you?! Do you even wonder if we’re alright?! But, we are alright. We are alright… It has been a LONG hard road without you here by my side. Why weren’t YOU here all the nights that we CRIED over your ass!? YOU BROKE my mom’s heart! YOU BROKE your children for life! IT’S NOT OKAY! But, we’re alright.
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