Dear Kate,
I am writing to you because I want you to know I am sorry. I know that I was wrong. Very wrong for what I did. I am asking if there is just a small chance, that you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I would love for you to write back. I do understand that this will take time, but I would love to get into contact with you. What I've done, is awful, but could you perhaps just think about giving me a second chance?
Sincerely,
Your father, Jonathan Lowe.
I leave the house, the letter remaining stationary on my desk. So many emotions rushed through my body at once. Anger, sadness, desperation, anxiousness. I didn't really know how I should feel, all I know is after two years of writing to my father, he finally wrote back, but two years is a lot of time. Time that has been lost trying to get him to respond. I had to think to myself, the words appearing in the front of my brain. "Perhaps, just think about giving me a second chance." Second chance. Second chance. Second. Chance. Does he deserve one after what he did to me? After what he did to my mother. How. Can. I. Forgive. Him?
I was left walking through the woods searching for the answer. What am I supposed to do? I went to sit by the tree, the tree where I've visited ever since I was little. The tree that makes me feel safe. The tree that helps me think, the tree that helps me forget about reality. The tree that lets me escape from my problems, that chase me like wildfire, wherever I go.
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Broken Promises
Romance"I'm sorry. I still wish that I contacted you sooner, but I've been very busy. Sincerely Your father, Jonathan Lowe. " My cheeks flushed red in anger. My tear stained eyes were stinging from trying to claw their way out. I felt hurt. I felt betraye...
