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I hate how awkward i am with words and cant response well to the kindness and wisdom my master gave me. Even after i graduated he is still in contact with me helping with everything i need to know or just to brighten up my day. I havent cried in 12 years but it genuenly makes me feel like when i think about that he has cancer. My father is was a raging alcoholic who shot himself and my mother is a whore who sell her 58 yo ass on the streets. My master is the only one who EVER cared about me, and saw something in me. I am about to make it for you my master, not for anybody else but YOU, the man who believed me when noone else did. I cant thank you enough even if i live for 1000 year.
