Europa

February 10, 2054

That son of a fucking bitch. For years I'd been trying to give him opportunities to be a part of his son's life and he ignored all of them. Now that I was gone, he'd decided to take an interest in Diego. It's like he's trying to make me look bad.

I need to take a deep breath. The least I can do is reach out to Dad and see what's going on before I write something back, I might regret.

It's just so unfair. He'd been absent for years. Now that I was gone, he thought he could just play the hero.

Maybe I am a bad mother. Assuming he was genuine this was great for Diego. I always thought his father should be a part of his life back when I was on Earth. Now that he was trying to make an effort all I could feel was anger and jealousy.

I understand six years is a long time, I just have a hard time believing some people can change. In his defense the letter he wrote was actually quite respectful. I didn't even know he could write this professionally.

If he was genuine, he emphasized he did not want to replace me or paint me in a bad image in any way. He claimed he thought what I was doing for mankind was exciting and brave and that he'd nervously watched the launch. He even apologized for how he'd acted and pointed out he simply wanted to do more of what he should have been doing all along.

I don't believe it for a second. Still, it's not my decision. I forfeited that when I left Earth. Who was I to call him a bad father anyway. Sure, he ran out for some milk, but I was in orbit on the way to Europa. I couldn't get further away from my responsibilities as a mother if I tried.