"What is this?" I ask Lemonade, in understanding he won't respond. I untie the string holding the paper. The paper is crumpled and has a bit of water stain on it.
I unroll it, and begin to read out loud. To no one exactly.
"Dear son and wife,
I understand what I've done, you'd disagree with. Maria, i know you didn't want me to join the army. But i needed too. Ky is a smart and wondeful child, and with me around, he'd have no example. And Ky, you'll never get to know me that well and I'm sorry. Hopefully your mom will tell you stories about who i am. I'm sorry i won't be able to. By the time you're reading this, I'll be dead. Killed in war. I will know this because what your mother knows and what i hope she'll tell you is, I know the future. I know what will happen when it'll happen. And i know you'll find this dog with friends of yours. You're probably wondering, if i knew i was to die in war, why would i go? Well the answer is, people are looking for me. Horrible people who want to know things only i can know. I was lost in time son. I never knew what happened or if it even happened yet. And you will be too. Because I've given you my power. Through blood. My advice to you is:
People who dream too much are lost in time.
People who dream just enough live life well.
People who never dream are stuck in reality.
Sincerely,
Your father and husband."
My first thought: how is he the one lost in time?! He doesn't know my life. I'm always lost in time! How is Ky the special one? Well he's not! I'm going to walky talkie him. I run to my room and pull out the small walky talkie. I press the button and yell into it "ky!!!" After a few more tries, he responds.
"What?" He asks obviously annoyed.
"I know why you wanted to find that dog. Why didn't you ever tell me? Did you not trust me?" I ask. Hoping my pain doesn't travel through my words.
There was no response. There was only silence.
"Kyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!" I screech into the walky talkie.
His voice replies. He sounds drunk and completely out of it.
"Not now. I'm lost in time" he says. And all i hear after that is his crying. The sniffle and wail of his crying carries through the radio. I throw it onto my bed, turning it off.
