Dear Dad,
I know you didn't eat again.
I can tell.
The washing up is still there.
But.
Despite your terrible eating habits and your smoking.
I love you.
You're my Dad and I will always be your daughter.
We laugh, we joke, we fight, we shout.
We watch series after series of our favourite show.
We share a music taste that will never age (unlike you).
We are like two peas in a pod.
And I hope you're there for my wedding day.
Or at least to see your future grandkids.
Love,
Your Daughter
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No FicciónFrom senders to the ones who shaped their lives . A little personal project of mine, based on personal experiences and friend's experiences. If you wish me to write a letter in this collection from you to someone, do message me.
