Dear Dad,
We haven't had a proper conversation that lasted more than 5 minutes
without me trying to hide away in the next room. I am sorry for that.
People tell me I was a good son. I know you think the same. But I like
to believe otherwise. I have always been this ignorant child of the family, who
lived in a little world of his own. I have tried my best to escape the
'reality' as much as possible, and have succeeded quite well, and at what cost!
I never knew I was capable of feeling regret. But I do, now. Now, that
everything is turned into this gloomy little world. I regret being the son that
I was. I wish I could change, some of it at least. But I cannot!
I have achieved what you always wanted me to. I should feel excitedly
awesome, but sadly I do not. I did not get to see you smile on hearing the
news. I feel a little sad that I never got to have that cake you would have
ordered. Mom tells me it meant the world to you. And, even though I have this
little feat to enjoy, I feel completely unaccomplished.
I do not know why was I what I was. It feels hurtful.
And, I shall always regret not having the conversations we were meant to
have!
