Twenty Six November Two Thousand Thirteen

When you find this missive I'll be gone. Each time I've seen you, your mother said I molested you. D.C.F. hasn't come yet to ask me to prosecute her. Again I won't. A lot of folks think something strange if you see the bigger picture. Which is you. No child should go through this, alcoholism and untreated mental illness. Before I left your mum years ago I told them all. Today at nine a.m. I was supposed to go to court for you. I did not, maybe now they'll help her to get right. Maybe you won't find this note my daughter. I hope you have not seen to much stuff you shouldn't. I would have taken you years ago but backwards Florida. Do you understand why you had to raise your mother?