Sometimes, I wonder what kind of man my father was. But I'll never ask cause I figured it would still hurt and I'm a living memory of what he left behind. A harden burden my mother would never speak of yet so unknowingly pained me for my whole living life.

And then I wonder, who really understands what I've been going through. It's a constant struggle every single day. Christmas is coming, spread the love and please leave some for me.