Dear Natalie,
If you are reading this, then I am dead. It has been a long battle. One that I have fought for you and your mother. Sadly my time on God's green Earth is almost up. My biggest regret is not seeing you grow up.
Anyways enough with all the sad stuff. I'm writing these letters in my final hours to tell you a story. It's the greatest story I have ever experienced in my 31 years of living. The story of how I met the love of my life, and how we had one beautiful daughter
Our saga starts with the average angst ridden teenage boy lying in a field in the darkest hours of a starry night. In those days, I spent more time staring at the stars than I spent staring at a screen. I was just the basic teenager running from a troubled household.
It was how I spent most of nights back then. The silence helped my thoughts disappear. Then one summer night, everything changed.
I was lost in thoughts, when a girl lied down next to me. We sat in the type of silence two people share while attempting to forget. Then she started to talk. No introductions, no small talk. It was the absolute confession of someone who has kept it pent up for a very long time. For the sake of brevity I won't bore you with the details of our teenage troubles. Ask your mother when I'm gone.
All too soon the starry sky was replaced by stunning sunrise. Without a word, the girl stood and walked away. I didn't know her name or where she was from. I barely knew what she looked like.
It was a natural assumption I would never see her again. But damn was I wrong.
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Letters to My Daughter
Short Story"If you are reading this, then I am dead." Noah is dying. He spends his final hours writing letters to his newborn daughter. Noah tells her the most important story of his all too short life.
