disclaimer: I wished for it on my birthday, but sadly I still don't own the Firefly Verse
Dear Ma,
I know this isn't how you wanted things to go, and you probly feel like you lost a son but if I stick around I know for certain you will. And don't you start blamin' yourself. Pa done ruined his own life and now the people that love him gotta suffer for it. I know you done what you could.
I just don't get it. How can someone who is supposed to take care of you make you feel so awful?
It ain't no one's fault but his own that he thinks the bottle is more importan', is better than life here. But how is he gonna blame me that he can't keep a job when he can't hardly even stand? He falls over when he's sittin' and starts crying if'n you even hint that money's getting tight and then I try and step up where he don't and he turns a temper on me. I just...can't do this no more, Ma. It ain't fair to you, always havin' to pull us apart. Not sure you'd be able to next time, anyhow. You hold tight to Mattie, make sure she don't have to see Pa like that. No child needs to see someone they look up to fallin' apart like he is. Just ain't right.
I'll do for you what I can. And I will come back-- don't you forget it.
I can't say as I'm gonna turn out the kinda man you'd want around, but don't believe everythin' you hear bout me, 'kay? I'll write to ya soon as I'm settled somewheres.
Love your son,
Jayne