My stepmother raised me after my father passed away when I was six years old. Years later, I discovered the letter he wrote the night before he djed.

My stepmother raised me after my father passed away when I was six years old. Years later, I discovered the letter he wrote the night before he djed.

Part 1 — The Story I Was Raised On
My birth mother died bringing me into the world. That was the first truth I was ever handed, and for years, it was the only one. In the beginning, it was just my father and me, tucked inside a cramped apartment in San Antonio, where I would sit on the kitchen counter and listen to him tell me I was his whole world.