Hey, T.K., it's me. I've been here for a while now. I don't even know if you want that, but I guess you're not in any position to walk out this time. And even if you can't even hear it, Mom's right. I just need to say it. I'm so mad at you right now. And you know what the worst part of this is if this is goodbye, I can't even hold your hand, or run my fingers through your hair, or kiss your head. Not without it feeling like it's some kind of violation. Believe people when they tell you who they really are. Just believe them, right?

Carlos