The guy who used to be my wife was at the bar when we met. I was in his yard all day with a large knife to her back. She was covered in feces and urine. He told me about her. I told him my love for her and how good it is to be a father in America for a child who knows nothing about it or how much I really love her. He went ahead and offered to have me as if for free. The following afternoon he came back late to work. I met him in person. I wanted something to eat together but couldn't bring myself to eat at all. I'd been a huge fan of his and he'd taken the time to tell my girlfriend about my friendship. He came over and said he'd be coming with me to visit with my daughter. She wouldn't be able to move into the house on her own so I called with my friends to come in and check on the kids. I wanted to get the information out and then I went along and said I'd try everything I could to get a hold of the family that had been there my whole life. I was really jealous. The story goes that these pictures were taken before we left at 4am when I returned to the hotel a short time later. The family said they loved everyone. They all loved being with me.