Dearest daughter,
It is my hope that you at least take the time to read this letter and not just discard it like some sort of annoyance from a stranger from your past. I am not a stranger but your dad. {A term I am sure you do not care to hear.} But like the song goes, “Sometimes goodbye is a second chance.” I have tried to talk to your brother, but it was useless. His hatred was intense and for no reason. There are always two-sides to any story of life. Devlin has chosen not to listen to mine. He is his mother’s child that is obvious. From what I know of you, you are your father’s daughter.
We are much alike in many ways. The Great Gatsby is my favorite book. I love politics and have worked on a few campaigns in my time. I love dance and have seen more musicals in my life than I can remember {though I remember them all}. Sports is a passion of mine and I still play any sport I can make time for even as the years move forward on my body but not my heart for competition. I have a stubborn streak that would make a mule look understandable. I have lost much in exchange for pride sake at times. ~ Dad
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