This story is not a feederism or pregnancy related story and therefore differs from any of the compositions in my repertoire. But that does not mean this story is any less personal or important to me. Initially this story started as a series of letters to an incarcerated man and this was medium for me to reach out to him, to connect, council and love him without actually being present. The story is written from his point of view but was not completed because we parted ways. He refused to change his way or attempt to improve his life circumstances and when academic opportunities arose from me across the Atlantic we parted ways. As my father would say this is a chicken and eagle situation, and I had to soar. But I don't regret meeting this man and I am proud of this story because I have such fond memories of writing it with the hopes that I could inspire change. If you have any questions about the story, the characters, etc. I would love to enlighten and I pray you enjoy it!