Dear Francisco Sosa,
I still remember staying over your house every weekend growing up and crying once Sunday came because that meant I would have to leave. I still remember you going to all my baseball, basketball, and softball games. I still remember you going to all my school concerts. I still remember waking up Saturday and Sunday mornings to your buffet of a breakfast…you taking me to Disney World. I still remember you taking me to the park and picking me up so I could make the basket…and when you would take me to go swimming. I still remember going to Yankees games with you…going to Barnes & Noble and spending hours there. I still remember all these precious moments with you. And though things changed a few years back and I felt like I lost you, I still wouldn’t have had any other father to help guide me while I was growing up. You never raised your voice with me and always understood. Mom says I’m just like you. The “way I am” even down to what I enjoy doing. You’re the one that inspired me to draw…you’re an artist. I would sit and look at you draw, paint…you’re the only man I’ve ever truly been in love with. To this day, simply having a Häagen Dazs ice cream bar makes me feel like I’m with you. There’s so much more I could say, but I’ll just end it here. Happy birthday daddy, I love you with all my heart.
u know yr fucked when someone is so fine u can’t even look at them directly u gotta glance at them out of the corner of your eye like yr lookin at the sun