All the things I've seen, couldn't prepare me, for
what I was about to experience. As a little boy,
growing up in a world, made for all the big kids
and the big toys... Sometimes, I'd sit around and
wait, play with my toys cars, until the wheels
would turn no more, than I'd think to myself... Is
my dads car coming home or will this be another
night, my mom, brother and I, tucking ourselves
in? I learned my alphabet to spell dad, how
quickly dad turned to sad, in my preschool days
and the rest of my life. My mother did the best
she could, my brother stayed as strong as he
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remember all the times mom cried, my brother
stayed strong by her side, and I would stand and
wonder why there was three when there should be
four. Maybe my dad got lost driving home and then
again it wouldn't make sense. I feel alone.

So where has he been? He's running out of time. I
haven't heard from him. I hope he's doing fine.
Money cannot buy years of missing them. Daddy gave
it up, the kids forgave him.