Letters
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Last published Wed, Jul 31, 2013
Dad,
I wish you were here. It’s been one year since you disappeared and life has been nothing short of miserable. I hardly see Mom because she spends all of her time at work. I think she is trying to keep herself busy so that she doesn't think of the fact that you're gone. At least that is what I like to think. It seems like I'm the only one that cares that you're gone.
The police say it’s just another case of the father up and leaving the family. They said if we really wanted to find you we could try to hire a private investigator but Mom says that's a waste of money and that you're not coming back. I don't believe them. I don't believe that you would just leave me without at least saying goodbye but what can I do? I'm just an average girl in high school.
Speaking of school, there’s a new kid in my class. It’s a boy- his name is Sebastian. He's not very popular, most people see him as the nerd. He is bullied by practically everyone. Sometimes I think that I should join in but I just can't bring myself to do it. I should be repulsed by the mere image of his face, or the sound of his voice to the point of verbal abuse, but somehow, I seem to find myself different from the others- again. So I just stay quiet, looking on with sadness because even though I want to stop them, I know that I'm not brave enough to do so.
Dad, you always said I was special, and that I was original. But, am I ever going to brave enough to show it?
I miss you Dad.
Love You Always,
Ingrid.
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