Chapter 24
Dear Andrew Croce, My dear son, oh how big you have grown. You may not be my biological son, but you are the child of the love of my life and no matter what, I see you as such. How fast time flies doesn't it? Last I saw you, you were just a little boy, innocent and oblivious to how cruel the world truly is. I feel ashamed, as a father, I should've been there to protect you and shield you from such vile life choices. But alas I, too, was a narrow-minded bigot who did not see the error of his ways. I failed to appreciate what I had until it was taken away from me. I promise you, it was a conscious choice but a choice that I regret deeply. It's modern times and yet I let my conservative father drill his thoughts into me like it was my own. Though that is an easy excuse that I have been tell
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