Novel & Cerita A Letter To My Father

“I know this letter has already been found by now. I'm such an oldie, you know? I mean, who sends letters these days? But I felt the need to write it for you, my girl. You’re so strong, you know. I might be your dad, but I admire you greatly. I know what you endured for me, even the things you didn’t say out loud. I appreciate every single one.

(Alessio's POV) My eyes scanned every word of the letter Lisa's father had written. Each line was filled with longing and desperation, describing how much he missed his daughter and wished for her return. It was heartfelt and raw, written with the emotions of a father who would move heaven and earth for his child.

My father sat beneath the weight of his crown, eyes tired but unsoftened. “Serena?” Surprise roughened his voice. “Back so soon?” I stepped forward and offered the letter with both hands. “Father,” I said, steady as I could make it. “We need to talk.”

I will have to spend thirty more days without him here. Dear Catherine. How have you been my little girl? I know the life out there is not easy at all. Think about me, your father every time you feel disappointed and sad. I am always with you in your heart. I am writing this letter in order to warn you from something that you have done.

I stared at it for a long time, my heart beating faster. Finally, with a shaky breath, I tore it open. Inside was a letter. A real handwritten letter. The handwriting was neat but shaky, like someone older had written it. My heart pounded as I unfolded the paper and began to read. "Dear Natalie," "If you are reading this, it means I am no longer here to tell you myself. I am your father, and there are things you need to know. Things that were hidden from you to keep you safe..." I froze. My father?

You were the only thing I ever got close to right. I don’t expect you to remember me fondly. But I hope, one day, when you’re older, you’ll understand that loving someone doesn’t always come wrapped in kindness. Sometimes it comes as fear. As control. As panic. I didn’t know how to be a father. But I knew I didn’t want to be my father. I hope you become a better man than I ever was. —Dad I folded the letter and put it back in the box. Then I went outside, lit a match, and burned the entire thing in the backyard firepit.

He handed me a piece of paper I took and opened it, I know that this letter came from my mom, I know it because I already memorized her handwriting. To my Son Off, I'm sorry for everything, for not being a good mother to you, I know that you are facing many challenges right now and I'm sorry I am no longer their team help you, I guess this time you should know how to stand with your fee, I don't want to leave you behind but I don't have a choice, I'm really tired. Please don't hate your father, forgive him not for you but me.

"I should. This is. this is something I must face." He ripped off the seal and tore the letter. It was from his father. My Son, Weeks have passed since I saw you last, and there are things that I would say to you—things which might have been said to you years ago. I do apologize for not having it ready so long ago, but I may ask forgiveness for the errors of me. I see you now. I see what you have become, and I must admit the strength and love you've gained from all you've been through. Your mother and I have stood by and watched, and though we have no business asking for your pardon, I do.

I took the letter that came with it. My Dearest Grandson, As I sit down to write this letter to you, my heart is filled with both joy and sorrow. Joy, because I am blessed to have you as my grandson, and sorrow, because circumstances prevent me from being with you in person. Please forgive me for not being able to show myself to you and introduce myself properly just yet. It pains me more than you can imagine to be unable to embrace you, to witness your growth firsthand, and to be a tangible presence in your life.

This is what I've been avoiding since. How do you say to your father in a note that you're leaving and never coming back? I had initially entertained the thought of leaving without an explanation but then I thought about it…If it were me, how would I feel? He might be a shitty father, but he doesn't deserve to find out like that. Rolling the pen between my fingertips, I stared at the blank page. Choosing not to overthink it, I started to put pen to paper. Dad, it's me. By the time you find this letter, you'll have discovered that I've left.