Novel & Cerita Letter Your Father

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?

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

his father said softly, his gaze warm. Adrian smiled. “I’m the one who should thank you,Dad!” “What? What did you just say?” Adrian was startled; he thought his father hadn’t heard him. He took a deep breath and said, “I mean… you’re welcome, Father. Goodnight.” He replied with a meaningful smile and closed his father’s bedroom door.

Haley walks past me “Good morning Sleepy head. A letter came through for you” “Who still write letters these days?” Harper said nonchalantly as he rubs his eyes with the back of his palm “I do. It’s how I communicate with Father Frank” “Who?” Harper asked “How’s he doing?” Haley ask “He’s fine I think” I said while opening the letter” “What does the letter say?” “I’m going back to New York” I said still looking at the letter “That’s not happening” Haley said with her arms fold

My father yelled at me, as tears rolled down my eyes “I'm so down disappointed and ashamed to call you my daughter, this is whom you left Rolland for, I wish you the best” He threw a white paper at me and on seeing that it's the letter Freggo wrote to me, I burst out in tears while my father left in anger slamming the door so hard.

She sat on the floor right there in the vault, Leon beside her. She opened the envelope first. A letter fell out, written in neat handwriting. Her father's handwriting. Aria, my dearest, I'm gone if you're reading this. I hope I was able to meet you beforehand. I wish I could embrace you, express my love for you, and be the father you deserve. However, if I didn't—if something happened before I could meet you—please be aware of this: You were wanted. Desperately, completely, unconditionally wanted.

I instinctively pulled Diane closer to me. "Oh, of course, you do not recognize me. I am Giovanni, Rio's father. I sent you loads of emails, pleading with you to help save my son. Begging you to ask Russo to release my son to me but you ignored all of my mails and now you are here in front of me. Helpless, defenseless and of course without your protective Uncle!" The grin on his face had been replaced with pure anger by the end of his words. "I was so fucking excited when Dark Caster asked me to keep you in my home. Of course, Massimo would never think I would dare keep you and that's the best, isn't it? He will never realise you are in my home."

Father told Zion in a harsh tone and Zion clenched his jaw. “I have indeed received a letter thank you for asking,” I told Mother and she stared deeply into my eyes. “Well go on then, read it aloud.” Mother said and my eyes widened for a brief second. Goddess, please do not let this be a letter from a suitor. I nodded at Mother before opening the letter.

From the corner of my eye, I see the white envelope on the bench and eye it up for a minute before I pick it up, turn it over and tear it open. Dear Dongsaeng, This is funny isn't it? Me writing you a letter like ancient times without the use of phones and stuff. I hope this letter finds you well. Don't worry about school or anything, just focus on yourself this time and don't be mad at your parents. I wish my dad is half as decent as yours but wishes can't be horses right? I have bad news. The cow's all gone so your stipulated time of two years was way off. People are so greedy and ungrateful.

It's… it's a new low. Davidson took the tablet. It was a post on a site that dealt in viral, emotionally manipulative material. The user had no name, only a generic outline. The headline was, "A Letter to Our Dad." The subtitle: "What happens when a father decides a fortune over his family." His blood turned cold. He began to read. Dear Daddy, Mom said we were supposed to write our feelings down. She said that would help. I don't know if it will, but I miss things the way they were, so I'm going to try.