TWENTY-SEVEN
My dearest Kalila,
Mahal kita.
I wanted to get that out of the way in case you decide not to finish reading this. I love you.
I’m sorry I was stupid, and reckless with my words. I guess after all these years, I’m still that temperamental kid you once knew…but I hope you know that I try, every day, to be better. You—and even just the idea of you existing in the same universe as I—is reason enough to try.
I won’t take credit for building this beautiful crib you’re looking at right now, but I can tell you this much:
As I took it apart piece by piece and made sure all four of its corners are safe for JB to play and grow up in, I thought of you. How you have been a huge part of my life. How amazing you are and have always been. How you deserve every beautiful thing life has t
