Norah, Hey, what's up? You are probably still mad at me right now and I understand 99%, that I never told you about my daughter, but to be honest with you, my mind was so fucked up while I was there and then after losing my Baby Girl Rosalyn, it slipped my mind that I had my other baby girl. And that is the God's honest truth. I never wanted to tell anybody that I forgot about my own child, that's when I told you that it didn't matter that I had a kid when you found out. I didn't want to be looked at like a deadbeat dad forgetting about my own daughter. So that is why I never mentioned I had a kid to you because I honestly forgot my BM went upstate pregnant by me. So there you go, that is the honest to god's truth and if I'm lying? God shall strike me dead right now. I'm not trying to fight with you for no reason. So just please forgive me for not telling you about my daughter, and to understand that I at least have to show my face to her and let her know who her father is. And get everything situated with her, like find out where she'll be going to school, the doctors, and shit like that okay. Like I said, you could come with me, for the time that I need and when it's done we can go back to Boston, but before I go out there I need to have a place to stay or money to get an apt. And you know that. Parole will not let me go there just because I have a girlfriend out there because what if we break up, then where would I go, that's what they would be thinking. So just hear me out and stop being mad at me, just for a moment. You know everything I'm saying is true even tho you've never been this situation before. It's common sense, Norah! So stop being selfish and think before you just stop writing me, word. I'm not here to crush your world by not coming home you you because that's exactly the opposite of what I'm doing. I want to come home to you but like I said before, everything don't go as we like it to. So stop making me feel like it's my fault for your hurtness, that I can't come straight to Boston from here. Because it's not, and it's not up to me. I wish it was because I'll go straight there to you boo bear. I hope you know that? Well, anyway, let me tell you how stressed I've been by not receiving a letter from you in two weeks omg! It's the worst not hearing from you, so you need to put that pen in your hand and write your dude. Because you're stressing me the hell of up in here. By the time I come home, I'll have a head full of greys and I can't take it anymore. Well, did you get my other letter I sent you? That poem was me thinking about all the times I've been shitted on by a female so don't take it any type of way, it's just my thoughts. I wish I didn't have to send it to you but well I had to. But anyways, I'm tempted to write my love again to see where her head is, so write me back okay boo bear? I need to know so I don't keep wasting my time writing to an address and not a person and giving my food for stamps to write you aight. Peligro