How did this happen? It was not supposed to end up like this. Your life was supposed to be better than mine. I always imagined you tall, thin, and beautiful; an intellectual, arguing for rights. What was it that pulled our lives apart? Were you doomed from the start, your fathers tawdry life marring your own?
I should have stayed around. I should have kept you from those girls, desperate for your good soul. I should have kept you from feeling alone. My own selfishness and embarrassment forcing me to keep quiet, to deny every risky behavior.
Would it have been different then? I worry that you won't live much longer and not being able to do anything is all consuming.
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