4 years ago you were born. I was there. The moment grandma called me on my way home from work to ask me to go the hospital to sit with your mom because you were on your way, and she was all alone. I went, I showed up hoping in every way I could help, but I knew that I was not the person your mom wanted to be there. In fact I bearly knew your mom then. I was the new sister in-law that she only bearly liked. Either way, I knew that Guerro should be there not me. But he was not. And I was. I tried to hold her hand when she needed Me, and answer questions for the nurses when she could not. I tried to just be a support, and not stare. As much as I wanted to see you be born, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel awkward. It only took 4 hours for you to be born. The fastest 4 hours of my life. And the moment I heard you scream with your first breath, your grandma walked in to take my place. Emotions in the room were intence, and your mom was so happy to see you. The happiest I had seen her in a long time. You see, your dad was not there not because he did not want to be, but because he made poor decisions and found himself paying the consequences in FCI Leavenworth. Unfortunately you only got to be with your mom for the next 2 months before she also made those bad decisions, and found herself in the same situation as your dad. So from then on, for the past 4 years grandma and those around you have done our best to care for you, to take the place of the one who should be caring for you. Monito, I know with all my heart that if your mommy knew what she knows today, and could have reversed time she would have done things differently so that she could hold you in her arms these last 4 years. I know from experience that no one can take the place of your mommy, but I want you to know, I love you, and I'm always here for you. No matter what happens, from 4 years ago in that hospital room till the day I die, you always have a place in my heart. Feliz compleaños Monito!
Xoxo
Trina
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