Haywards' Pen

"What if I held you close and brushed the hair from your face and told you respect will always be present?"

"...these hands will make the fires that keep us warm, catch the fish that we eat, fight to protect our honor, fix the leaks in the ceiling, give mother peace of mind and hold the children up to the sun."

"A letter. An apology that I struggle to write because words won't do my sorrow any justice."