Dear James

Dear James (5)

Dear James,

I hated you back then. You left us with your mistress. You don't even care about us even before you left. I hate that you are such an idiot to make me live. I hate you for not being a good father to us. Not even once. I hated every piece of you back then. I really did.

One day, there was a homeless man outside our house. My daughter is afraid of him so I shooed the man out of our driveway. I even cursed him. But to my surprise, after my daughter came from her school, she was crying. Me and her father, of course we got worried. She said that the homeless man talked to her and the man gives money to her but she refuse. She was crying hard and it hurts us.

Me and my husband got really mad to the man. Of course we wouldn't want our child to get scared so the man was there again and we strangle him and make him not to go back to our house.

After that, he never came.

Later that week I was cleaning our drive way area which the man formerly sleeps. I was curious at one thing I'd discover. A picture.

The picture is really familiar. I suddenly cried. I was hurrying at flipping the pages of my old album and there it was. I put the half of the picture the other and it killed me emotionally. It was you, dad.

I cannot believe I just hurt you not only emotionally but physically too.

For some reason I hurried to the police station to find you but the most horrifying news came into me.

The police kindly told me that there was a similar person that just got killed by a hit and run. My tears cannot stop.

I'm such a bad person. I should've known him first. I shoud've known you dad.