For the longest time, I considered your father to be my home. It didn't matter where I was physically as long as he was there. In time, my home became the three of you - you, your brother, and your father.
I'm not sure when it changed to home being just you and Zayne, but it did. I'm ashamed to admit it might have been before your father and I started having problems.
You and Zayne are my home.
But you're no longer here and my home is broken...again. Zayne is my home now. And we are rebuilding but it's never going to be the same without you.
I love you and I miss you oh so very much.
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