Thursday, October 16, 2003
In 3 days, it will be YOUR birthday. You're a junior in high school now. It is so amazing to me that your mother stole you with lies. You're probably doing pretty well, I think. I don't know. I think about you daily, wondering how you are.
I think that if you wanted to have more contact with me, you'd find a way to make that happen. You don't seem to want to.
Happy birthday anyway, Amy.
I love you.
(signed, Bub)
I think that if you wanted to have more contact with me, you'd find a way to make that happen. You don't seem to want to.
Happy birthday anyway, Amy.
I love you.
(signed, Bub)
