THE GOODBYE HE MISSED
He unfolded it with the care he now gave it, the paper lighter than the first, the handwriting younger, a little less certain at the edges.
Dear Daddy, I know you love me. I know you have a busy job and that is why you can't always come. I draw pictures of you sometimes. I hope you like them. I miss you at bedtime. I miss you at breakfast. I miss you a lot of the times. I know you love me. I just wish you were here.
Love, Ethan.
He held both letters on his knees. In the low light, he looked at them side by side.