Hi dad
It's been eight years since you left us. And I just turned 13 last week. All the past birthdays made me realize that you weren't really coming back. I stopped looking at the door, waiting for you to come bustling in. Last week my heart didn't even pound whenever a knock came from the door. A part of me was grateful that you didn't show up last week too. Because if you did, I wouldn't know what to say to you. Even after saying so much to you in the letters, I would never know what to say face to face. There are many things, but I know my lips would be sealed. Either of the shock that you showed up or due to my heart being heavy of the unspoken things.
Well, I'm thirteen now. I'm in high school doing great, actually. Over the past years in which I didn't write to you, and you didn'
