Daughter,
I couldn’t find the words, and I didn’t have the strength—nor did I know what I had back then.
The day that you were born, I wasn’t there. The missed birthdays, holidays, and all your accomplishments—I wasn’t there to tell you that you are beautiful. I wasn’t there to show you that you are a princess.
I missed showing you how a man is supposed to love a woman. I did not protect you. I left you out here for the wolves.
And when I did speak to you, it was harsher than you deserved. I’m sorry. I’ve only now learned how to say I’m sorry, after all these years.
Many nights in solitary confinement—my choice—I thought of you. And selfishly, I used the thoughts of you to make it through those hard times. Thank you, daughter of mine.
I’m here to fulfill a promise I made a short time ago: if I ever got out, if I ever saw the light of day again, I was going to tell you my side of the story.
I would show you that I am a changed person, that I wasn’t the man you may have been led to believe I was. But for my absence, I own it all—and I pray that you would forgive me.
I want you to know that I’ve always loved you in the only way I knew how. But I want to know better. Can we talk?
Now smoke that over.
I am human R. U.?
Now smoke this over.
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