My dearest daughter McKenzie,
It has been awhile since my last open letter to you, and to some extent, I feel that I have failed you. You are now running around Fairgrounds Community Park, making new friends and enjoying your childhood, and I want so much for you to enjoy your childhood. Honestly, McKenzie, your father has no very strong fond memories of his childhood. The only real memories he has of his childhood are those of wishing to be an adult. Cherish these times. Savor them, and enjoy them again in your old age.
During your short time here, I have been recently bothered by your brushes with human cruelty, both foreign and domestic, and struggle how to protect you from it. In the end, I know that I cannot.