The Budget of Paradox

Dagmar,
It’s almost Christmas Eve. I hope you have a Joyous Christmas. You and I only spent one Christmas together. That was in 2009 and, obviously, you were too young to remember.

I’m not sure I have anything more to say. You know that I love you and miss you. You have a father who would love to sit down with you and listen to everything you have to say. I want to be there on Christmas morning, and all the other important mornings. You’re 16 now, but still a little too young maybe to know that the world isn’t supposed to be like this. I shouldn’t have to hire a lawyer and fight some other lawyer in front of some idiot judge just to spend a little bit of time with my own children. Things shouldn’t be like this.

I didn’t send you anything for Christmas because I’ve sent you lots of gifts in the past, and I have no idea if you ever received any of them.

I owe you so much. The world owes you. You’re an unwilling creditor. Let me get out of debt.

Thinking of you, always, but especially on days like this.

Dad