You came unexpected. I wasn't really doing anything with my life and neither was your daddy when we found out we're going to have you. I didn't expect how hard things would get for the three of us.. but here we are, struggling.
I'm sorry I don't feed you too often; there's no food to feed you. Daddy does his best to work as much as he can to support us, but even working everyday can't help us right now. All our money goes to rent and debt, the people we owe, and gas to take daddy to work.
I'm sorry I'm not taking better care of you. I can barely take care of myself. I hope you understand.. Promise things will get better. Just hang in there and don't give up, for us.. because I'm all ready to. But I won't, for you.
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