(January 4th)
Dear Reader,
He used to call me grass stain. We used to laugh together. I haven't laughed since I don't know when.
I hope I'm not bothering you; Interrupting you when your busy. I just needed to tell someone this. I miss him. I miss them all.
"They" took me away. Away from my home. Our home. I live with my parents again. But they're not really my parents. Not by birth. And he's not… not very father like. I wish I could tell him this. I wish he already knew. I need him. But I love my mom. She tries to cheer me up, but it's too soon.
I miss him. All of them.
So close to Christmas…
Yours Truly,
Gar