Dear Little Child,
Buddy, for all I know your father and older brothers have you convinced that I am the bad one, and in the long run you may even come to believe it, but I can’t even be mad at you because for twelve years you kept me from regretting a huge chunk of my life. Heck, you still do when I think of what a sweet baby you were, what a smart kid you’ve turned into, and how your iron will might just allow you to emerge from the crucible of your childhood stronger than steel. If your father and brothers’ cruelty was the price I had to pay to get to meet you, I’ll always wish it could have been different but I’ll never regret having you.
I miss you, Bubs. I’ll love you forever, and then a little bit more, and I’ll always help you any way I can.
All you have to do is ask.