I understand that this letter comes to you under confusing circumstances, but I have to send it to you. You need to know who you are, and I think the only way for you to do that is to know who I am. Know why I am where I am, and what I did. I know your mother will never understand. I know that you currently don't, but, I think, if I tell you this, tell you exactly what happened, at least as I can see it, that maybe you'll realize who you really are.
Josephine and Jasmine, 12 and 8, respectively, living in a house to ones Mark and Sarah French. Joe and Jas were good kids, I think. It's a little hard for me to picture them the way there were before the … accident, but I'm pretty sure they were good kids. Nice kids. I'm sure these kids were the kind of kids that would try and give your their allowance if they happened to hear that you were having trouble paying your bills, or the kind of kids that would go outside and play hide and seek with the dog, running around and