I am writing to say how much I care for you. I want you to know me better. When you awoke this morning, I exploded a brilliant sunrise through your window hoping to get your attention, but you didn't notice.
Later, you were walking with friends I bathed you in warm sunrise and perfumed the air with flowers. Still, you didn't notice me. So I shouted to you in thunderstorm and painted a beautiful rainbow. You didn't even look!
Tonight I spilled moonlight on your face and sent a cool breeze to refresh you as you slept, I watched over you and shared your thoughts, but you were unaware of my presence.
I hope you will talk to me soon when you are ready. I will be near you. I love you very much.
LETTER FROM A FRIEND
I did not write this y'all, but my father did. He did not compose the words and the whole thing but he wrote it in his notes.
You may be wondering why I put it here, but here's some tea. I found some of his notes during his college days. And yes, I kept it... to tell my mom my penmanship is not as bad as my father's. I read some of the stuffs written in the fillers/notebooks and figured I may need it one day since I saw some topics we're tackling now.
Then, I saw this essay(?) and it was so nice. It felt so great to read it. And I also thought of sharing it here because I feel bad.
I don't like my last name anymore. He may feel sad because of that, but I want to admit it. I want to tell him I'm sorry. According to the stories my mom told me, his family did not believe I was my father's daughter because my mother was not here when she found out she's pregnant. And I also don't feel like I belong to them. He gave me his last name but I don't want to keep it.
I'm sorry, Pa.
