Letters to the father
Otou-san,
I never know why I dare myself to write these letters. I never know if you get them. I never know if you will in turn reply. I do not know if ojii-san hides them or maybe you do get them, but don't bother.
I've never cared. This is my selfish outlet. It's more of me than you. It's more of I care that I let my emotions out, than my care of letting you know them.
Shocked?
Angry?
Not really receiving this letter, making me waste my time?
I have never been anything other than honest in these letters. When I feel the need to write, to tell you everything, anything, and then simply nothing, I just do... I pick the pen up and put all of it on a piece of paper...
And this maybe one of my lasts.... though I know I have said that before... so it maybe no assurance if this will be one my last letters...
But I have to tell you...
I'm leaving....
Japan...
Grandfather and Grandmother...
You...
And mother's grave....
If you're reading this, if you think that you can reach me, call me, just spend a single minute telling me where you are...
I will be in California, Lovell Women's International School to be exact...
Though I'm not holding my breath...
I can't help but hope...
In the next words,
Your daughter,
Rei Natasha Anzai Hikariijin
posted by Cookie @ 5:50 AM
