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Dec. 8th, 2004 09:17 amDear Liam,
I woke up this morning thinking of my tenth birthday, the first one after Dad left. Gran made oatmeal with cinnamon and brown sugar for breakfast. They sang to me at school, and she had put cupcakes in both our lunches though mine read "Birthday boy." Supper was Cornish pasties with more cake after, and when Mum got home from work we unwrapped presents, one from each of you. You gave me toy cars, as I recall.
That was a good birthday.
I've made it through another year, Big Brother. And think of it: I'm sober. I'm happy. I'm loved. I have friends I like to talk to and I've written more music in the last month than in the last two years.
The only thing I want today is to see you again. Miss you much.
Love,
Charlie
I woke up this morning thinking of my tenth birthday, the first one after Dad left. Gran made oatmeal with cinnamon and brown sugar for breakfast. They sang to me at school, and she had put cupcakes in both our lunches though mine read "Birthday boy." Supper was Cornish pasties with more cake after, and when Mum got home from work we unwrapped presents, one from each of you. You gave me toy cars, as I recall.
That was a good birthday.
I've made it through another year, Big Brother. And think of it: I'm sober. I'm happy. I'm loved. I have friends I like to talk to and I've written more music in the last month than in the last two years.
The only thing I want today is to see you again. Miss you much.
Love,
Charlie