As I sit alone and know that your mama is somewhere in Las Vegas, most likely drunk. I have no words that can describe the desolation and hopelessness. I cry, I stop, I cry, I beg that she will wake up and take care of Gabe; but I don't know if she will. My People have their own ways, but why would HP take my baby grandson, and her, too. What is this punishment? She won't be with him, and deserting Gabe is not right. I pray, but HP does not hear me. The flowers are not very pretty and there is nothing that can soothe the pain of this terrible situation, In the Spirit of Crazyhorse, bring my daughter back home where she belongs.