i remember when i was 5 years old he asked me to teach him english, and despite all the pain and abuse he had put my mother through, the first thing i taught him to say was "i love you". he asked me what it meant and i translated for him; te amo. i remember he hugged me so tight and gave me a kiss on the head. now every time he says goodbye he ends it with i love you. i just wish he would've loved us as much as we loved him. i miss him and i hope he thinks about me today.
he won't get to see his little girl turn 18 either.
fuck drugs and fuck prison.
