Letters to Isabelle

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Dear Isabelle,

My father wanted to talk to me, can you believe that?

I've always wanted to have a close relationship with my dad, but he never opened up to anyone. I wondered how it worked out with him and my mother, how are they still together up to this day.
My dad is a man of a few words, small answers and short statements. I was never really bothered by that, but I did wonder if he, himself, were bothered by something. He constantly seemed to be battling a war inside him, as if at any minute he could explode.

My mother on the other hand, she seems to be capable of ceasing that pain inside him. He had a million dollar smile for her whenever they locked eyecontact. They both truly love each other unconditionally, you could see it there. I do wish it works out for us two, Isabelle.

My father, who was sitting before me looked like he wanted to find the right words. He hesitated every other second that he opened up his mouth. I had simply waited for him, because he seemed serious about something, almost concerned looking.

"Son," he said. I was surprised, because he has always called me by my first name. I believe this was the first time he ever referred to me as son.

"I know you're going through some things, and I just want to let you know that you can talk to me about anything. I truly mean that, I-"

"Dad, you have nothing to worry about."

I gave him an encouraging smile and said,

"I'm in love."

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