Dear Death,
I have seemed to have calmed down now. I hope it never returns. Yet I doubt it will hold back from doing so. As I sit, slumped on the couch in the living room. My father is drinking vigorously. I swear that man will never stop. Shall we make a bet? I bet that he will die doing his favourite pastime activity, drinking. What do you think? Slurred, unintelligible and idiotic words fly out of his mouth. He's talking to himself, does that all the time. Not even the television will block his blabbering nonsense out. I wish mother was here, I miss her. Are you looking after her? Please make sure she's ok. I love her dearly.
Until the next letter,
최 영재.
