The violets have returned again. It gets harder and harder to remember your face as time separates us.
Your mom and I planted the violets the day you were born. The day you left was the saddest day of my life...and not knowing even if you are still with us haunts me to this day. Running away was your solution and our punishment...we have served our sentence after these 15 years. You would be 31 years old now...please come home if you are still alive...
We miss you so much.
Mom and Dad
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