Hey mom. It's me again. I've been looking for you lately, but have had little luck finding you. I wonder if you ever think about me. I think about you all the time. Sometimes I wonder if things would have been better if I'd known you. If you would have treated me better or worse then my parents now. I suppose in the end everyone tries to do the best with what they have.
I'm sure you did your best. It's why I'm here where I am with what I have. I work two jobs now, and I pay my own bills. I don't do drugs or drink or have any kids or steal. I think you'd be proud of me. I wish I could show you my wolf collection, or my books or my writing. I think you'd show me your music...
I miss you mom. I wish I got to know you.
Maybe one day.
I love you, and always will.