With Love and Regret, From Mamma

Dear Son:

You've always thought of me as a sad and lonely women, a women without purpose. In truth that's all I ever was with you. You grew up, but you grew up alone and for that my dear son I'm sorry. However these letters were not written to ask for forgiveness or to make excuses they are letters of regret. All the things I did are in these letters, the one's I regret doing and the one's I regret not doing. Son these letters ARE my regret. One piece of advice my dear boy, one of the many I never gave you; whether you choose to do something or you choose not to do something you might end up regretting it.

With Love & Regret, From Mamma