He Was Writing to Me the Whole Time—I Just Never Got to Read It

My Childhood Was Built on Love—And Something No One Told Me

She Wasn’t Crying. She Was Hiding It From Me

My Mother Came Back—My Father Made Sure I’d Never Know

I Let Him Think He Could Take Everything—Then I Took It Back in Front of Everyone

He Was Writing to Me the Whole Time—I Just Never Got to Read It

My Childhood Was Built on Love—And Something No One Told Me