A Letter To My Father Novels & Stories

Fiona took a deep breath and started to read the letter with careful emotion: "My Dearest Kaitlyn, As I sit down to pen this letter, my heart is heavy with the knowledge that time is a fleeting companion, and there are words, sentiments, and a father's love I wish to share with you before it slips away entirely. Above all else, I wish you good health and a life of stability, my precious daughter. Life's journey is unpredictable, and filled with both triumphs and regrets. My heart swells with a mix of pride and sorrow as I witness the remarkable resilience you've displayed. I must extend my sincerest apologies for any moments where I fell short as your father. It is a regret that weighs heavi

I asked, standing firm at the door. “ I'm looking for a Mr Hunter Mcman?” “ You're speaking to him”. “ Perfect. Here is a message…..”, he handed me a hand written kind of envelope that sure has a large burdensome letter from someone. Once I opened the letter, tears filled my eyes. It was a letter from my dad and it read: My dear son, If you're reading this now, it means that I've been gone for a year now. I have no other reason of writing this other than to tell you that I love you and I certainly want the best for you.

I saved a copy of the letter on my laptop in a hidden file and sent one to my family attorney. I'm so sorry, my love, for not telling you all of this sooner. If you want to have a relationship with your father, please talk to him. He is a sweet man and will understand if you don't want anything to do with his family business. I hope that, above all, you find love and happiness. You are an amazing young lady, and I know you will do incredible things with your life. I love you so much. Love, Mom

If you are reading this letter now that means I’m no longer in this world anymore. Seeing how you have grown up you don't even need your father anymore. Makes me happy how self-dependent you have become. First I wanted to apologize for everything this old man has done to you. At the very last moment, I’m regretting it too much. I wanted to tell you many things in person.

It feels like a leaf falling into the unknown when I got home finding my father’s letter on the kitchen table saying; “Dearest Naya, This is going to be the first letter I will ever write to you. I remember you were growing up. You used to run around the house, picking up crayons and smudge them onto any wall your eyes would meet. You love putting colors to things and I figured you would want to be an artist someday. But as you grow up, you were no longer that child. I wish I didn’t have to write these things, but I figured out that all this time all I ever did was take away the color of your life when things got complicated between me and your mom. I blamed myself because if only I graduate

"8th April. Dear, champ, By the time this letter gets into your hands, I hope you'd still remember your father then. In all the four years of your life, I know I have barely been able to spend a year together with you. I haven't been present as much as I would have liked. But in the span of that one year, I have gotten really attached to you. You're my son - my flesh and blood"

I’m not worthy of the law, so spare me,’ I can’t help but lampooned and make fun of myself. I just shook my head and grab the plain white envelop that has the stamp of House Edwards. I took the knife cutter and slit it open, and pull a neatly folded letter. At the center of the letter was a another red wax stamp. A stamp that solely belong to the head of the family. My father’s stamp. This letter is from my father. Gulp. I could help but gulped a mouthful of saliva. The letter doesn’t feel dangerous but it has a lingering fear and bitter vibe on it.

I usually ruminated on it for several minutes. Sighed as I plumped down at the edge of the bed, removed the letter from the fancy envelope, and began to read for the umpteenth time; LETTER FROM YOUR LOVE; TO YOU – MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER. Hi sweetie, I hope you are good. I know how sad you would be after reading this letter I'm writing to you now, but remember dad loves you now and always and he wants you to be good.

I asked, At first came silence making uncertainty run through me, but it quickly eased when she sat up and kissed my cheek. “Okay.” she said and I smiled, but there wasn't any joy, only the heavy weight of anxiety. I gripped the letter tightly. Within the letter was a message that my father had suddenly collapsed from illness and was bedridden, sealed with a simple plea; ‘Come home.’ I squeezed the letter tightly. For the first time in five years, I was going home.

Because even during business crises or arguments, he usually carried himself with the same cold, billionaire composure that made everybody around him nervous without understanding why. But right now something was frightening in his expression, and somehow that terrified me more than his yelling. For some seconds I simply stared at the file resting in front of me while my heartbeat slowly increased with each second that passed by because deep down my instincts were already screaming that whatever was inside that file wasnʼt good, coupled with my father’s suckling expression. “Open it,” my father said finally, his voice was low and cold enough to send chills down my spine instantly. I swallowe