You turned 8 last Sunday. Daddy wouldn’t let me talk to you and ask you what you wanted, but sent me a picture of the doll you wanted. I have the doll for you and a soft purple sweatshirt that says Brooklyn on it.
I bought a little pink cake and a candle that has an 8 on it and was supposed to come see you Monday. Daddy messaged and said for me to come tomorrow instead. I was so excited to sing happy birthday to you.
Daddy just messaged and told me I’m not to come visit tomorrow. I don’t know what happened or what I did. It seems I never know what I’m doing wrong.
I’m so sad. I wanted to see all of you guys. I miss you so terribly. I think about you all the time.
I’m so sorry that I’ll be missing another birthday. I love you B