A Letter From Prison

Dear Dad, Though you're not my real Father I know you tried your best, to raise a wild rebelious child, I put you to the test. You were young and so was I, when once we started out I know I made my Mother cry, when we would scream and shout. My real Dad left when I was Two he never cared for me, and there was nothing I could do to make my Mother see, that we could make it on our own she couldn't stand the pain, of living life so all alone she had to love again. I stayed out every night I could as I became a teen what I did just wasn't good but I was caught between, friends who tried to really care if I lived or died and life at home that seemed to only push my world aside. I never meant to kill a man when we set out that night, to have some fun was just the plan but nothing turned out right. I'm writing this on Father's Day to say please don't be sad, It's not your fault I went astray, and yes........ I love you, Dad.