Happy birthday. I wish I could tell you this to your face. Did I ever get to tell you when you were around?
You got away but I need you. Couldn’t you have tried to fight a little bit more to stay with me? Did you give it your all? Did it hurt that much? I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
Mommy, I don’t know what to do. I can’t take it anymore. I know you know what I’m talking about. I know you see. You know my heart. It’s so black these days. Hurt. This is what it’s like.
Mommy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I can’t keep going. Don’t be mad. I just need your arms again.
Remember that night we stayed up late watching tv? I was lost in your arms as we rested on the sofa, singing along to tunes from that movie about that crazy human-eating plant. I used to make you watch it over and over and over. You never complained. You always watched it with me.
Let’s go back to that. Meet me. I’m coming soon.
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Your mommy sounded like a remarkable woman. She raised you well and taught you how to be a young man. I'm so so so proud to have a friend like you in my life! She's smiling down mija! Always remember that!
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