Dear Dad,
Tomorrow is the father daughter dance. I would love it if you would show up. Mom just bought me a wig and offered to take me, but I don't want to go unless you come. I'm feeling weaker everyday and I don't think I have too much longer to live. Honestly, why even bother fighting. My mom never really wanted me, she's just feeling guilty that I probably have cancer because she smoked while pregnant with me. I've never met my dad, and I don't have any great friends. Life is a joke. Thanks for not showing up when I really need you.
Still with love,
Zoey Gravil
P.S. I've written around 1,000 words to you.
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A Thousand Words
Short StoryLetter 1 Dear Dad, Hi Dad. It's Zoey. I'm now sixteen and mom still won't talk about you. I've waited ten years for you to come home. But you never did. I want to know about you, and I want you to know about me. Even though I don't remember you tha...
