A Christmas Letter to My Father
Dear Dad, I hate that I am writing this -- I've been fighting it for a long time. But one day everything will be brought to the light, and it's too dangerous for me to keep silent, keep these emotions locked in the house of my heart. I am getting older, and this woman doesn't need to feel like a little girl. Even though I do, every time I think of you. and I suppose it's easier and better this way, I know it is because I can rationalize and understand the circumstances as a woman, not a girl, but in that same breath it's that much harder because there is no going back. and the feelings that I wish I could own I can't. Because you can't give them to me. Why did you leave? —and I'm not talking about now (because that's how I feel, if there was ANY way for someone to leave someone else without even having met them, a large congratulations because you seem to have accomplished the impossible) — I am talking about the first time you ran ... the...