I’m here in the kitchen writing this down. I’ve been here many times before, and I fear that as my sadness gets worse, I will not get the chance to tell you how I feel. I know I should have told you before in person, but I was afraid of what you might say. And maybe I should call, but I need to have something that says how I feel in case something happens to me.
I know that you have a heart of gold and would probably never turn me away, but what if I broke that. What if I made you so hateful of me that you wouldn’t want to see me. If anything, I do probably deserve it for not being there for you.
But do know this. I love you and will never stop fighting for you. Even if I pass away, I will still always look after you and your brother. That I promise you. You are my baby, my sweet Carlitos. My little angelito.
Please forgive me.
Love,
Mami