My first letter is for my first person, love:
"I have to tell you that every time I write, I do not stop crying, making the paper of each letter become rough and spread the ink transforming the words into blurred lines.
As much as I asked for help and gave all the signals, no one heard me. It was like yelling into space. I wanted to be strong and smile for those I loved, but I just can't anymore. I guess at the end of the day, I couldn't yell out loud and something to reach them.
Have you ever met a person who gives everything and never asks for anything? You know, the kind that does not stop loving until the end no matter how hurt they are, the kind that protect when in fact they should be protected. Well, one of those people is you.
I want to leave without regrets, so today I will say goodbye to my first person. You, my first person, the first I saw, and the first I received heat, I write to you, because you are the one I want to leave the least.
You more than anyone always made me feel loved. You more than anyone tried, but you failed, you wanted me to have a good life, and that one day, when you were wrinkled and your hair was white, it would bring to your home other lives, lives that you would see grow as you did with me.
When I'm not here, I only ask that you ... Sleep well. Eat well. Don't forget to bundle up.
The life of a child does not belong only to him, it also belongs to his parents. But when that life strays too far from his parents, he loses his way.
I say goodbye to you, my first person. "