I write you this letter with hopes that you will read this one day and realize the potential you have as a young man and chose the path that fits you best. Wether it be right or wrong(I hope right) I wish you nothing but success.
On 2/8/18 you stole from me hopefully for the last time. I decided enough was enough and you had to go.
Of course it’s winter time and the only clothes you took with you are suitable for maybe fall. I tired to reach out to you so you could come get warmer clothes and some warm food. You told me twice you’d come but you never showed.
I pray for you every morning and night that you find the right path. I ask myself everyday “where did I go wrong with you!” “Did I do anything wrong?”
I know you didn’t have the easiest time growing up, you did have a rough start being born Pre-maturely,staying in the hospital for 4 months. Being my little bubble boy fighting RSV at the age of 2 and then going through school with ADHD and Depression. If it wasn’t for all of your grandparents I’d probably would have fell apart trying to raise you alone.
Over the years I’ve shown you how to give back and do for others less fortunate, preparing sack lunches handing them out. Giving gift cards for food…..seeing your face of enjoyment when doing that made my heart melt each time.
Knowing your are now out there on the streets with the people I strive to help breaks my heart. I know you have friends to stay with and I know your okay for now. I hope you get things together soon. I’m proud to hear you have been looking for a job.
I want you to know you are my first born, my only son, and my first love. I will never give up on you and I am here for you. I just can’t have you in my house anymore the stealing and disrespect has gotten out of control. I pray one day you will forgive me.