“My boy, you looked so young tonight.
So small, so little, and so baby-like.
Unfortunately, the man I married, your dad and I, we didn’t work out.
I tried my boy.
We tried, but I am so sorry.
Your life, I feel, was already challenging enough, and as your parents, we failed to keep us all under one roof.
I am sorry.
I am sorry when you came home to me today you couldn’t say what you wanted, and you couldn’t complain.
Your sisters threw out 30 demands within the 30 seconds you arrived home, but you couldn’t.
And for that, I really am sorry.
I feel like it must be me, or it must be my fault that life threw you this card.
Most days I don’t feel that way.
I don’t think you’re unhappy, but today my son, you looked so young.
I couldn’t help but worry about how you will feel—how you will cope—when you aren’t so young.
I hope I am enough.
I hope I can help.
I hope I get it right.
I hope I can be what you need.
I hope I live forever.
Because I need to be here.
I need to be with you.
Son, tonight you looked so young.
Tonight I had a low moment, and for that, I am sorry.
It will be okay.
Everything will be okay.”
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