My Dearest Father,
I wish I could explain to you why I choose to disobey you. I really do, yet I know you will force me to discontinue my actions and I cannot stop. It is not right to sit on mountains of riches and watch people starve right in our own city. I understand that you cannot help who you are when you're born, but you can determine who you become. I wish you could see the world from my eyes, this system is wrong. I can't stand by and watch adults and children die. I sit upon heaps of food, drink and riches as they try to survive. Most of the poor starve or die of the sickness that thrives in the hopeless. Maybe one day you will help me on my mission. I know it is a hopeless dream, a fairy tale without a happy ending for our family.
After Mother died, your heart became cold. It was as if the day she passed away, the light was ripped from your eyes. you couldn't even look at me for months. I guess it might be simply because I was a spitting image of Mom, or it might have been a reminder of the pain you felt from watching her die. I remember you screaming at the doctors. "Can't you do something? Anything!" The agony filled your face. That was before you went as cold as ice. Before the darkness took over this house. In Mom's last days, you barely saw her. I thought it was from you attempting to save yourself from breaking, yet now I see why. The doctors were not able to help her. they never could. I understand they tried their hardest, but their hardest was not enough. Mom slipped away from us and you let her go.
Evony
