Letter Your 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

Dear Mother and Father, I miss you guys so much. Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of finding you again. I know it's impossible now, but I hope that one day I can meet you again. Please write me back if you receive this letter, and tell me how everything is going. I'll write you back as soon as possible. Love Always, Your Son

“Why are you defending him? The man who sold you to me, who left you in this mess?” “I’m not defending him.” The words are true. I’m not defending my father, I’m defending the truth. Whatever that is. “I’m questioning. There’s a difference.” He stares at me for a long moment. Then he crosses to the bed, sits heavily. “Tell me what the letter says. Everything.” So I do. I recite my father’s words from memory, leaving out only the mention of the USB drive. The conspiracy, the manipulation, the claim that someone orchestrated the war between families.

We even walked through the park near our building one afternoon, and he told me a story about how his dad used to put coins in his shoes before big meetings. “Good luck?” I asked. “No,” he said. “To remind me that some things will always feel uncomfortable—but you still show up.” I smiled. “That’s... very Nathan Steele.” He gave a small laugh, and for a second, he looked like himself again. Then the letter came. A thick envelope. No return address. His name is on the front in his father’s handwriting. Ais lexander opened it in silence, eyes scanning every word. I sat across from him, waiting.

Always remember, I love you. Obviously, when my father wrote this letter, he didn’t plan on dying. He thought we had more time to repair our relationship. He had more time to make up for all the ways he treated me like shit. But fate decided that he had overstayed his welcome on Earth —at least in this lifetime, which he chose to spend making people miserable, most especially me.

she said and after that, she disappeared and mixed into the thin air. He stared at the paper placed at the side table. He get it and he was welcomed by a familiar penmanship. It was a letter from his father. He was about to crumple it but there's something in him saying that he shouldn't 'coz he might find out important information written in that letter. And he did. This is what the letter say, 'To my family, I really don't know why am I writing this letter. All I know is all I want to say... I want to write it here. So, to someone who will find this letter, please give this to either my son Helion... or My eldest Helios.

"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"

Because the last time he went to see him, they had an argument about Jace's choice of a partner. He finally decided to get over with it. The content of the letter took Jace by surprise. He never expected something like that from his father. With this, he felt the pain of loosing his father all over again. Jace left his apartment and went to the house were he grew up. This was the first time he was wrong about what his father had to say to him and he could never be happier to be wrong. He almost could not believe it. But seeing his father's handwriting in the letter made him believe it was his father that wrote it. Although the handwriting looked weak. He could understand the reason for that,

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.

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.