One of your friends gave this fat notebook back to me today. I almost forgot about this, and I slapped myself for that. It was almost as bad as forgetting you. I read it all up in one seating, and it made me tear up. Wow, I guess I haven't been crying for quite some time now. Those were a lot of tears.
I read everything here. It made me feel like I was going through those days over and over again.
Can you please come back home? We miss you. Heck, everyone misses you. It's been 11 –almost 12– years. I'm about to have my sweet 16, and I'm jealous of my friends who danced with their fathers on their birthdays.
Then there's Mum. She still keeps crying, and I don't know what to do anymore. She's never been the same. I miss her beautiful smile. Make her smile again, please. You're the only one that can.
Anyway, I got this new notebook. I'm just going to rewrite everything in this fat one there, making the spelling and grammar correct. What did I know about that then, I was a little girl. I'll do that just so that I never forget the beautiful things I have here. I'll give the original one back to you anyway. I promise.
So between my last entry and your note, there are a few pages. Maybe I'll fill those up too, for you. You've been out on a lot of things, Daddy. A lot of things that Mum said she wished you were there to see.
I miss you so much, Daddy.
Come back home.
YOU ARE READING
I Miss You, Daddy
Fanfiction{ completed } ✓ When are you coming home? I'm worried about Mum. She still keeps crying. She keeps watching your videos, especially the one where you are dancing. I think she misses you. It's almost my birthday again, Daddy. Please come home soon. ...
