I need to have a cyst on my throat removed, and though this is routine and nothing to be afraid of, I can't help but worry a little. I don't want to die. Though your grandparents will definitely take good care of you, they're old and you need me. Your father is completely out of the picture, though sometimes I think about letting him into our lives.
When I think he has become good enough, responsible enough. But I wouldn't hold my breath waiting.
I love you. My heart is overflowing with love and I have nothing but corny words.
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