My mamma i cant allow myslef to acknowledge hom much time i’ve spent without you, because it hurts to think that the only reason i haven’t been around i didn’t allocate the time to even call you. The fights, the lies, the dead zones, the cries for God to help us understand one another mount up to high numbers.
I am who i am and you still love me…reguardless of how i walk or how many times i started war just so i could have a little more, despite the countless laws i broke while growing up and the countless blunders.
Sorry for the stress i caused, sorry for your early grey hair because i know i was part of the cause. Dad was always working and i now know it was you who tried to teach me and my brothers how to be men. Money was tight but i never went without food, you hustled hard to make sure we got through…the dark times and neglect from my dad too. You managed to get us the best clothes and shoes, you could afford although it would stress you.
I know i cant repay you for what you’ve done for me so i give you a son’s promise to make you proud.
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