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Dear sweet child of mine,
I know what happened wasn’t what you asked for.
With the loss of your father...
I hope you understand that I couldn’t do anything. It was for the best.
I know you are hurting a lot, but know I am hurting too.
For each passing day I praise you. I keep smiling even though I feel my heart break with each beat from the events that happened. I dare not to frown so you can have hope of life and continuing to move on.
Each step you take away from me, my heart breaks like glass shatters when it hits the floor. I pick up the scattered glass, throw it away to hide it from you. I will hide my pain for you.
I work countless hours so we can live, eat, and sleep. I work many painful hours, until my hands start to become calloused. Any physical pain I feel is nothing compared to seeing you happy.
When you yell and scream, waste my homemade food by throwing it away or say,
“I don’t like it,”hurts me. All of the food I make is always from the heart! Seeing you throw it away hurts! I work hard for you! All for you! To have a roof over your head, food at the table, a warm bed to sleep in, buying you things you don’t need! But you yell and yell.
“Stop bothering me!” “Leave me alone!” “I hate you!”
Each word shot from the gun of your mouth. Bullseye. Right at my heart.
With thousands of needles stabbing me at once. For the flesh and bones mend as I take the pain so you can shine.
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