Novel & Cerita A Letter To My Father

To my darling daughter; “By the time you're reading this, I would have left the world. But I truly hope that I get to meet you in person before that happens. Let me start off by apologizing for my absence in your life. I was an epitome of a cowardly father and I know it. My darling daughter, I tried so hard to find you but my efforts proved futile. I think it was the universe punishing me for being a deadbeat dad. And perhaps one day, you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. Stay safe and happy always. Your father, Phillips Vasquez. P.S; You can do whatever you want with your share of my wealth. I cried for a good thirty minutes after I finished reading the letter before refolding the let

Daddy, I feel weird as I say this to you because come to think of it, you were never my father. I never had a father. I've written to you several years ago. I sent you an email asking if I can meet you, but you never responded and now I'm writing to you from my grave. Seventeen years and you never reached out to me. Did you even attend my funeral? Did you at least shed fake tears?

It was like I was allergic to being downstairs. I got to my bedroom which I forgot to lock and found two envelops and a paper lying on the bed. I tossed my bag aside and picked up the paper to read through it. It was a letter from my pathetic father. It said in the letter that he went with mom to an emergency business trip and would not be back until the next week. Something about the letter pissed me off though and still, I couldn't help but have a bad feeling of their trip.. Some psycho rogues are on the loose and here they are going to get more money they don't even need.

Where I can be your father and I can make you smile sincerely, that is my wish. I hope you will have a good health and good luck to your adventures in your life my lady. Remember that I will forever remain in your heart and will accompany you through your hardships and struggles. I guess this is a goodbye right? Then, I'll be off. Farewell, my child. Sincerely, Your old man I bit my lower lip trying not to make a sound. I sobbed in silent while holding the letter, tears were flowing heavily from my eyes while my chest feels like it's going to tear apart.

“The day he realized he might never have the chance to explain himself.” My fingers tremble as I accept the letter. For a moment, I hesitate. Part of me wants answers. Another part fears what those answers might cost. I slowly unfold the letter. The handwriting is unmistakable. My father’s. The room becomes completely silent as I begin reading. “My dearest Liora…” The first words alone made my vision blur. Nobody has ever written to me like that. I continue reading. “If you are reading this, then I failed to tell you these words while I was alive.”

I told her exactly what was occurring tonight, that I was absolutely not facing it alone, and that she should not be afraid for my survival. I did not know if that last parameter was true. I wrote it anyway, because she needed to hear it far more than I needed to be tactically accurate. The second letter was to Marcus Voss. My father. The man who had traded me away like currency. I did not write much. I simply penned: "I know why you did it. I have not decided yet whether that is the same thing as forgiving it. But I wanted you to know that I am no longer what you left me as."

Please take this letter seriously, and consider your future actions carefully. I love you and want what is best for you. •••••••••••• "Love me," I scoffed. "You just care about yourself," I said as I crumpled the letter and dumped it into the trash can. I was well aware that my father was growing increasingly frustrated, and it seemed like only a matter of time before he decided to cut me off from my inheritance. He had always been controlling, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had someone keeping tabs on me, especially concerning my relationship with Troy. My father's reach was long, and I suspected he had informants close by, reporting on my every move and decision.

That’s all I could ever ask of you. With all my heart, Alpha Lorenzo." I finish the letter, my hand shaking slightly as I set down the pen. It’s not enough—not even close—but it’s all I have to give. I fold the letter and seal it, placing it carefully in a underground place where someone might find it one day. I write a short letter to my sister Albera, to let my family in the Crescent Moon pack know that I have become a father and they don't need to worry about me. And I ask her to take care of Father.

Kieran's Pov My father came to me that evening after the group had made camp outside the archive. He sat beside me and he did not say anything for a long time and I waited because I had learned that my father said things when he was ready and not before and pushing him before he was ready produced nothing useful. Then he said: "I have a letter." I looked at him. "Your mother wrote it," he said. "The morning she left. Before she went to the Eastern Isles."

If there was ever a word to describe it… it would simply be Father. It is just… Him. The letter reads; Eldora, My treasure. I’m sorry I have to leave so soon but it seems like I don’t have a choice. I’m really sorry. From the moment you were born, I’ve been proud of you. There is nothing you could have done or said differently that would have changed that. I’m sorry that losing your mother made me shut you out. However, it was the only way I could think of. For years, I’ve blamed myself for what happened to you that day. Every night, I lie awake wondering if I could have done things differently.