• Dear son,

    I look at you through the clouds and think, what a beautiful boy. You take care of others when they need you the most. I see the rest of the world, so dark, so hateful. But then I look at the last lingering thread of light. It seems to be shining on you. Why does a boy so talented, have to stay on a world so dark? I hope the best for you, and that was why, my very last words were your name. Do not fear death. Only fear is what kills you. It does not hurt to die, in fact it is kind of blissful. Don't give up. There will still be love and joy waiting for you on the other side.


    Yours truly,
    Daddy.