You know when we were little, you couldn’t have been more than five, you started asking me questions. Like, how come we didn’t have a mom? Why we always have to move around? Where’d dad go? When he’d take off for days at a time. I remember I begged you to quit asking, Sammy, you don’t want to know. I just wanted you to be a kid, just a little while longer. I was trying to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn’t even have to tell me, it was just always my responsibility. It was like I had one job. I had one job and I screwed it up. I blew it and for that I am sorry.