Dear Daddy,
I miss you, it’s been awhile since you have been home. Mommy isn’t the same. Most of the time she is drinking or at our aunt’s. She isn’t the same as before, sometimes she make no sense. She misses you too, she mentions you in her sleep. When will you be home? I want our family back.
I remember that every sunday morning you would cook your famous french toast with eggs and sausage. You would always kiss mommy on the cheek and gave her her flowers that she got every sunday as she walked down the stairs. As we ate you would always tell the stories of when you were growing up, even if they weren