Dear Mama,
My hands feel better now, although it's not the same anymore. I feel pain every time I try to raise my arms high. I hope this is not something serious, Mama.
But that is not what I am worried about right now, Mama. I am worried about Angel. She's okay, Mama. I don't know if I am just overreacting but I feel like she's drifting away from me. I feel like I'm a bad father, Mama.
I'm sorry. I knew they would be better off if you are here with them instead of me. I'm really sorry, Mama.
Wish you were here.
I love you.
Daddy
