written on back in blue ink, slightly streaked:

Son, I hope this letter finds you well. I hope you are safe and happy and warm, as any mother would. I too hope you don’t hate me. I was young, my son, too young to care for a child. Your father and I, well, showbiz is our family. I’m sorry we had to leave you behind the 7-11, but there was a nice family in the Hardee’s parking lot and I’m just sure they saw you there in the bassinet. I’m sure they found you. Sorry dear, I have to run, Mr. Herman’s calling. I miss you, and I love you. Always.

XXOO
Mom

The whole shebang reconstituted into one post (includes the never-before-seen shocking conclusion!!!):

crocodile tears?????? only YOU can say!!!!