On the bus where I often think of you, little sweetheart, because you and I would often talk on the phone while I was waiting or riding. Just now passing Port Authority and looking out the window quietly listening for you and something came into my mind, a message I think from you. I heard these words:
"Just do your best and be a good boy".
Thank you my angel. Thank you for encouraging and instructing me. I will try. Love you forever.