A Letter To My Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

I drop the ring box and open the letter. My son Leo. My beautiful boy, my sweet child. By now I hope that you've found out the truth about your father, I hope that he has finally gotten over himself and told you the reason he is the man he is today, if he hasn't then I guess this letter won't make much sense. Forgive him Leo, let go of the anger you have in your heart, I know you blame him for my death, I know you. But don't, I was sick, really sick and your father had nothing to do with it.

I opened the envelope carefully and pulled out several pages of yellowed paper covered in my mother's neat script. "My dearest Damian, I am writing this letter knowing I may never get the chance to give it to you in person. Your father has made it clear that if I try to contact you, he will hurt you and I cannot let that happen. I need you to know the truth about why I left." I sat down in my chair because my legs felt weak and I kept reading.

" Jasmine said with mixed feelings, she was sure if she was to be happy or to be sad. Dear Jasmine. I know I haven't been the best father, I might have not even been a father to you at all. But let me say this, you are the best daughter, anyone, I mean anyone could ask for. You are an angel that I can't deny. The heavens blessed your mum and I with you. I wrote this letter and I hid it here just in case something were to happen to me or if it already happened. I have a confession to make, this is very hard for me to do, with tears and a broken heart I am sorry.

Like my father once told me when I was going through my own trials, ‘Just keep doing the things you know you’re supposed to do, and you’ll be fine. So, I leave this to you, my son. I am proud to be your father and proud that you were the one to succeed me. Your sister saw something in you as Alpha that I am ashamed to say took me a while to see, but I will never forget it. You were born to lead, and lead you will. I am excited about what lies ahead for you, and I know it will be wonderful. With much love, Your Father. I held the letter in my hand as tears fell down my face. I never knew how much I really needed my father’s words. The man knew how to say just the right thing. Things might hav

On it was written ‘Eduardo,’ and the old writing was different from my dad's. This person sent a letter to my father, and I was going to read it. I unfolded it carefully, my hands shaky as I glanced at the letter. The words on the paper faded but were still legible. As I read the little I could, my heart began to pound hard against my chest. Dear Eduardo, How are you doing? Hope you are having a lovely life. I know that you would never forgive me for leaving you without motive, but I need you to know that I never stopped thinking about you and Dad.

I replied, and we both smiled. I gave both Logan and Sebastian looks that told them to stay out of this and they got the message. I quickly got up and took the letter and also USB drive with the video in it. “Dad wanted you to see this” I said, and he nodded opening the letter. He started tearing up the moment his eyes landed on our father’s terrible handwriting. We always spoke about how he should have been a doctor with that writing. It is terrible but when I read the letter he left for me it was beautiful.

My father, it'd been so long since he'd spoken to me in person. The last time we'd ever really talked was bitter, him telling me to go back home, me fighting it, his voice slicing with disapproval. But this letter, out of the blue as it came, was somehow. Finally, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and broke the seal. There was tucked up in the paper, an absolutely faint aroma of the cedar writing trays he always stored his writing equipment in. I read. Dearest Lessie, I wish all the best to you. I too have fallen ill. My body becomes weaker day after day. I am afraid time is not on my side. Oh, please come back home. Stay with me. I need to see my daughter once more.

Perhaps my letter will be the catalyst for her demise. I just smiled tirelessly at him. “Thank you, Adrastos, but I don’t want to write a letter for mum,” I refused his offer. “Are you sure?” “Yes...” He let out a loud exhale. “How about writing a letter to your father? Friends? Lover? You will not write them a letter?” I shook my head. “I don’t want to write a letter, but I want you to let them know that the money came from me; that’s all I need.”

" Dear Esmeralda. If you're seeing this it only means that I am already dead. I and your mum are sorry we might never be able to make it to your dance presentation, your graduation, your marriage even. We are so sorry my darling. I believe this letter would get to you as I have given it to one of my loyalists. Trust no one, everyone is always after us and are envious of us. Be brave, be strong and don't let them win. We are always with you. Your dear Father."

I told my father about your kind words, and he was grateful. That brings me to the difficult part of this letter. This is not something which is easy for me to write, or to think about doing. But I feel like it has to be done. Last time I wrote, I was taking the acceptance test to become an aari. Well, as you predicted, I made it and have now moved into the sanctum to start my training. With my training, my lessons with Tenac and going home to visit my family, I don’t think I will be able to keep up with our correspondence. It’s not my meaning to say you don’t mean a lot to me, or you are not important. You are and you do. But this will be my last letter. I talked about this with my father,