burnt letters torn heart

Armand left and returned once to see our child. i guess that one stare at us was enough.
he burnt the letters from his family and I, in reaction it tore my heart.
I guess he did it to burn the past to burn his history. I can not do that i can not burn my child my child has all the history and prescence in his face, hands, and smile. Armand couldnt deal with me and our baby it hits me over and over again everyday each night. to think our race our mixed bloods are tainted will wash away so quickly just with fire, it burns the insides or my soul