Dear 74,
You’re 74 and your still a boy, you can’t even talk to your son. Who is calling you to talk with his father. I don’t need you to forgive me my mother has. She has always been there for me.
You on the other hand have made your bed. You have slept with all these woman, and have not taken any responsibility for your missed time.
I called as your son. I did not yell, I did not shout.
How can I learn right from wrong, when I have learned from watching your wrong actions.
I got it from you but I’m not you and I still am able to talk to you and love you so whose; the man and who is the boy. I never knew my father to begin with so he’s not missed but he is loved and I will always love you.
Sincerely
Isiah Cummings
