“I can’t forgive you. You left me crying in the porch 11 years ago.
I begged you not to leave, but you just drove off. I ran down the road screaming, but you still kept going.
For two weeks I sat out on that porch after school until it got dark, praying that you would come home. You never did.
I have booked after Mom and Corey. I’ve wiped away their tears, but no one has wiped away mine.
Why did you do it to us? I’ve written to you so many times, but not once have you replied.
I don’t forgive you.”
Mary Duke, Los Angeles