Kate's Journal

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Dad,

I wasn't able to stay home but a couple of days. Visiting your spot brought back the noise of the night. Dad, I have never been able to find a way to rid the memory of it, but at least the sounds were softer and more distant once I left town. That place is like a ghost town to me now. I miss the sound of your laughter and your smile. It's so strange how since you left, the whole place went from vivid color to black and white. It's as if your death and what happened after bled the color out of it. I feel like it bled me the same of joy, happiness, protection, support, and so much more. Living with the aftermath all this time of that night, I have never been the same, and no one understands how much it costs me. I would do anything to be able to change that night. I'm sorry I wasn't the daughter you deserved.
Kate

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