Thursday, December 3, 2015

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.