How are you? I fell asleep halfway our conversation. I'm sorry, I was too tired. I like to talk to you, though. Don't get me wrong if I don't call often: as soon as I can, I try to stay in touch with you. Today it is a small addressing I want to do: you know the plan's running smoothly, isn't it? Whatever struggles you've put on my way are fading, or seeming to. I've got a painting in mind already. It's going to be beautiful and you're going to love it. I want to say I'm sorry for being angry. I know you want me to learn and you know best I hate pain. But I can do this. I am sure. And this time, this painting I'm doing specially for you will be my best so far. You taught me to use colors when I only knew pencil, and this time, you taught me to use a canvas when I only used paper. All your past teachings will make my very first painting. Aren't you excited? 'Cause I am.
See you later. I will continue writing a short story, the one made for my best friend, remember? I will call you later.
Your indulged son.
YOU ARE READING
Dear...
General Fiction30 day letter challenge... with the person I loved the most.
