Earlier today, I found the letters that you intended to send to me. It were placed inside a green box made out of cardboard among any other of your belongings. It seemed that Vernon had brought the box everywhere he went. He kept the small box inside his little backpack and never forgot to put it back inside whenever he took it out. I was curious before, so I asked his permission to look. Did you know what he said? "It's mommy's stuff. So, you have to ask mommy." I was dumbfounded. How can you ask a permission from a person who was no longer there? But I guess, it was unfair to go through a dead person's stuff even though it no longer matters. Technically. Anyways. Vernon gave these letters to me. He saw my name written on the top of the envelope, so he pouting gave them to me. It was funny yet sad to see him disappointed when he noticed that mommy didn't leave him any letters, but care to give lots of letters to daddy that practically never existed in both of your world for five years straight. Not wanting to see the little prince sad, I offered to read the letters together, but he refused sulkily, saying that it was for daddy and not Vernee. I'll make sure to give our little prince his favorite puddings for dessert tomorrow. About the letters. I've read around half of it. Truthfully, I couldn't read it anymore. It was too much for me. I... I felt so guilty, so useless... I wish I could turn back time and be there for you. Both of you. It must be hard for you. I'm sorry. I am so, very sorry. You did a good job. No. A very good job. You did great. If I were in your shoes, I would've given up. You had no one by your side, yet you strived. If I were there, I would take all of your hardsh- ..... ... I guess not. Knowing me, I would've run away without looking back. I was such a jerk, wasn't I? I would've taken you for granted, and made you take all the burdens and washed my hands off of you. Worse, I would've made you get rid of our little prince before he could grow bigger than the size of a pea. You were right. You made the right decision to never told me about your pregnancy. Or else, I would've hurt you more. But still... If I were not such a jerk, I should be with you both, to protect you, to take care of you. To appreciate you. For every single thing that you've done to protect and raise our child. I guess, you wouldn't learn to care for someone unless they were gone from your life... ... maybe it was just me.