Sometimes in life there are words hidden in the heart for so long that the courage to say them only comes in the dead of night. This is one such midnight letter, perhaps the last one tonight.
I don't know what I was thinking, but I wasted the whole day today just like that, and when I got home and ate a little, I fell asleep. Now that I've opened my eyes, I feel that tonight is very quiet—there's peace all around, but inside me a storm is raging. I'm thinking that some people in my life are only… They were here for a short time, but they left their memories with me forever.
Memories that I might spend my entire life with—they will always stay inside me and keep eating away at me from within.
Whose memory is this? My father's. My father was a truly great man, a smiling face who always worked only for me, who lived only for me. Then, suddenly, he betrayed me and left forever.
But his memories, his words, and the time we spent together still come back to me whenever I think of him, and I just feel that he'll come back too—he'll come back and hug me and say, “See? I told you I'd return, and I have.” Like always, it feels like a dream that I wish would come true, but It seems impossible; I just can't accept it.
Today I'm not blaming my father; I'm just talking to myself. I only want to say that we always spent time together and lived life with laughter and happiness. Otherwise, who knows which moment in life they'll ask me about, and as time changed, they drifted away forever. Today's meet-and-greet letter. I'm saying “good brother” because there's no anger or complaint—just a silent prayer that my father, wherever he is, may always be happy, that God may grant him the highest place in Paradise, and that my Lord may be pleased with him. If ever tonight at two o'clock I remember him, I feel as if he's sitting right beside me. My eyes open; I look around. I see silence everywhere, but no one is there. Only my own shadows are in my room. A voice echoes in my ears. I get up to see, but there's no one. It's a voice that makes me think maybe I've come back—I've come back. I am
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