Letters To The Sky

Dear Mia,

Baby Girl, being a parent is a bunch of poppycock.

First, we are suppose to act like we have everything figured out, like we have the meaning of life and when you grow older we can bestow it upon you. When in truth, we are trying to figure things out as well. We are nothing much more than bigger kids. I am not going to act like I am perfect, because I am flawed as is everyone else. I am trying the better myself and give you the best person I can be.



Your Father

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