My days are numbered and I have so much to tell you. My lungs are slowly closing. Cancer has taken away my ability to speak which is why i chose to write you this letter instead.
Oh how i wish i could tell you these things in person as you grow old and become a fine young man. I have raised you by myself for 12 years. Your father intrusted you to me because he felt he was unfit to take care of you. He may have seen you as a curse, but if you could find it in your heart to forgive him please do.
Although your mother died giving birth to you, I don’t believe that you are a curse. I feel that he sees you as a reminder of what he has lost. One day he’ll regret his decision and it’s up to you to forgive him, or not. I know it's hard. He’s not perfect.
I’ve made many mistakes in life. I’ve fallen victim to the influence of drugs and alcohol in my early teens. I got pregnant at an early age, and couldn’t give enough time and attention to my one and only son. Raised poorly, he was vulnerable to the influence of this cruel world. Addicted on drugs and alcohol, he’s made terrible decision and occasionally would end up in jail.
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