But over the years, I watched you discover something better.
You wanted to sleep without fear.
You wanted to wake up without running.
You wanted to build something with your hands and not have someone tell you it was worthless.
You wanted to be trusted.
You wanted to become the kind of man who could sit beside a dying old woman and cry because he loved her, even if that love did not begin honestly.
So no, I did not leave you the house.
A house can become another hiding place.
I did not leave you my savings.
Money, given wrongly, can turn back into a cage.
Instead, I left you proof.
Proof that you were here.
Proof that you changed.
Proof that someone saw the worst in you and still believed the best was possible.
If that is not what you wanted, then I am sorry.
But I think it is.
