Dear . . . . .

Dear, daddy why did you have to go when I was so young?

That god damn cancer stole you from me. Mom changed when you died she pointed her finger at me when there was a problem.

She constantly made me stay home "sick" cause she was lonely and had no one else.

Then she started her drugs and drinking again. Then she finally did what she always swore she was gonna do. She killed herself. And even after all of her crap I still hope that you both found each other up in heaven and your happy again.

And I hope you both still love me.

With all my love,

Rosaline