Dear 'Daughter',
So, this is the start the start of all the things I wanted to say to you, but.. I never will get to, now.. So, there'll be more of these. I even got a box for them already, but thought it'd be best to put this one in with all your letters to me.
So...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I couldn't open your letters sooner, but..it hurts. It hurts worse than when I lost my cat. And yes, the reason I never wanted another cat was so I wouldn't go through this again. I'm sorry that you felt you couldn't tell me all these things- I wish you had..
You were right in thinking that your Mother and I would have supported your decision to be an author but we would have expected you to figure it out. We would have been there to help you if you'd asked..
You were never weird as you apologize for being in so many of your letters. You were never weird, you were different; you were your own person. You were unique in your own way that just happened to be more noticeable to others.
You weren't a coward, you just worried more than other people do over certain things. You thought of all possible scenarios and couldn't help but worry if the bad ones came true. And your worry about being a burden to your Mother and I because you didn't have a job was also you just worrying too much.
Yes, we wanted you to find another job not because we wanted you to move out, but so you would have money again- so you could buy the things you wanted instead of not being able to or feeling guilty if you did. You were never a burden on us.
You're
You are our daughter. How could you ever think some of the things you've written to me?
I like to think that even though you're..gone.. that there's still a chance for me. As I wrote, there'll be more letters from me to you even though I'm probably just torturing myself with this. (In your words) But, whatever. That's all for now, then.
Love, Dad
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Dear Dad,
General FictionA collection of letters that a daughter wrote to her father of everything that she wishes she could say to him. She will, eventually... but until then? She'll keep writing until she works up the courage to tell him. [The chapters for this story are...
