I flipped through the pictures of my princess’s childhood album. Jess, my princess. I smiled at the sight of my daughter showing her pearly whites while riding on my back. Just seeing her smile is one of my favourite things ever.Next, I saw a picture of hers screaming as she, for the first time ever, was about to ride a roller coaster. I must admit, I was pretty scared too. You know, a father’s heart. Being the possessive father that I really am, I’m always pretty much scared about her safety. No matter how old she ever gets, but I’m always going to be really possessive over her. By the way, she’s going to turn twenty this year.
Shortly, I shut the album close and took out a piece of paper from my desk as I began to write my letter. Yes, I’ve been writing her letters since she left home for London 3 years ago to live her dreams and do what she loves. But for some reasons she hasn’t been replying to me for the last 2 years.
I’ve been waiting all these years for her to come home. But unfortunately, she never did. Probably, she must have been busy studying. Not a problem, though. My Jess promised me to come back and all that I know is that my Jess never breaks her promises.
So I wrote and wrote about everything I felt like. I went about telling her how much I love her, how much I miss her.
And then I heard those footsteps.
“What are you doing Jeff?” I heard my wife say.
I ignored her as I knew what was coming next.
“Writing her letters again?”
“Yes” I replied in a cold voice.
“It’s pointless. Stop.” She insisted.
“NO, I WOULD’NT!” I protested.
“BUT HONEY, SHE DIED 2 YEARS AGO!” She screamed as tears rolled down her eyes.
“NOPE, SHE DIDN’T! My Jess, would never break her promise! You’re lying!”
But in our hearts we both knew who lied. So I resumed writing her letter with a reminiscent finger, hoping that she could read through those scrawled words.
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