Dear Mother,

I write to let you know how things are going. After I got out of prison it was a pretty rough year. I spent each day trying to look for work to be able to feed myself and every night curled up on the back seat of the car that Grandpa left me, since it was far too small for my giant-like figure. In those days I felt so hopeless. It seemed like I would never get to see Jay again. Nobody wanted to hire me with a jail record, and without a job everyone saw me as a deadbeat dad with no future. Jay's mother wouldn't let me see him either. She told me that if I tried to come around him in that pitiful state she would try to get full custody of him, and there wasn't a doubt in the world that she would win that fight, even if I somehow managed to scrape up enough money for a decent lawyer. She didn't want a criminal to be a part of his life. Soon I started to think that prison was the only place for me, since that's all people told me those days. At least in prison I wouldn't be starving, that's what I had thought. Then I met Kibum, my pure angel from above.

The way we met was very strange. No one ever would've thought that we would end up the way we did. Even I had never expected this. With the intention of purposely trying to go back to jail, I broke into a random house. I made a lot of noise and grabbed whatever looked valuable in hopes that the owner of the house would catch me then call the police. However, Kibum the lights and looked at me so calmly, so unafraid, which was abnormal given the situation. I waited for him to make any kind of move. I waited for him to try and take me down then call the police, but he didn't. I wasn't armed, so it surprised me that he just stood there watching me. As we both stared at each other in silence I felt as if God was staring at me too, piercing holes straight through me with his gaze. Perhaps that's what makes Kibum even more angelic. He has the eyes of God. How could I do anything bad while God was watching? I stopped what I was doing, because I realized it was foolish. I put all his stuff back where it had been and apologized. Then as I turned to leave he offered me some dinner once he heard my stomach growl. Although I felt I really didn't deserve such hospitality, my empty stomach couldn't refuse the offer. We ended up talking all night. I explained my situation to him, and surprisingly he understood me. It had seemed like he was the first to ever, so I was relieved.

He took me in from there. I still looked for work and he helped me with that. I ended up getting a long term contract job doing some construction work for a new university being built in the city. Kibum insisted that I didn't need to, but I paid him plenty rent with my new regular income. I wasn't gonna be a deadbeat. I helped him around the house too, cooking and cleaning and whatnot. With his help, I'm trying to fight for at the very least shared custody of Jay now that my life is back on track. I hope one day that you can meet him. I owe absolutely everything to Kibum. I think I may have fallen in love with him in this process too. It's too soon to tell, but we have been dating two weeks now and things are going amazingly. He changed my life for the better, and it just keeps on getting better and better.

Your loving son,

Minho