Dearest boy in heaven,
I went to your father's house. And yeah, I know it's not Monday but I can't help it.
"Good morning dear Estelle. Oh don't you have a school to attend dear?"
"I have no classes today so I stopped by."
I lied.
"And it's Eiffel sir, not Estelle." I offered him a cheeky smile.
"I said Eiffel, not Estelle!" he heartily chuckled as he subtly massaged his knees.
It must be suffering from pain now. And so I offered him a massage before making him some cookies.
"Oh no need dear, this old man's fine. Could you instead turn on the radio for me? And the cookies!"
The radio's battery was dead so I went upstairs to find some.
On the way, I saw the shoe rack well-organized and I the bed sheets neatly on top of each other.
"You're caretaker sure does her job well huh?" I mentioned as I clicked the radio open and headed to the kitchen to start making the cookie doughs.
"Oh? The caretaker? No. It was him who was responsible for that. I'm so happy my son is home. You should meet him." then he started humming the song in the radio.
"Really? That's great, I can't wait to-- "
My eyes widened as my mind came into realization.
The truth sinking to my heart,
partly suffocating me and partly making me alive.
Jasper?
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