There is this dad.. A father.. He lives alone. He doesn’t have a phone and most certainly not the internet. He has a bicycle which he puts to use when he writes. See, he writes letters and uses his bicycle to get to the mail box so he can post those letters. He doesn’t have a phone and most certainly doesn’t have the internet but he keeps reaching out to someone through his letters. Well, maybe he likes a quiet life. May be he likes to write letters. Maybe he is old school. One day, he got back his letters. They were addressed to Death, Time, and Love. Who writes to Death, Time and Love? I mean are we talking about a mad man here? No, we are talking about a father here. A father who lost his daughter. His 6 year old daughter to a rare form of brain cancer. Her name was Olivia. Strange. Just strange and typical of Life. Gives you something, as if you’d asked for it. You get attached to it and Bam! Takes it back. Brutal.
While this was happening, in another world, there is this daughter, 27 year old daughter, who hates her 56 year old father to bits. And aches for the father he could have been.
Again, Life is a strange mystery. So this is a letter she writes to Life. Would Life respond? Or would she get the letter back like Olivia’s dad did?
Hi.. This is She. You know Her. Well you know Her better than anyone alive. You have been there. Throwing stuff at Her and to Her and grabbing it back or catching what She threw back at you. You know Her inside out. There are no secrets between you and Her. Actually, scratch that. She doesn’t have any secrets with you. But you seem to be doing a pretty good job of being a silent secret yourself and watching from the shadows. You know Her every smile and Her every tear. Let’s face it. You caused it.
And She doesn’t regret any of it save one. Just one question for you.
Just because someone gave his sperm, is he called a father?
Is it fair that someone like Olivia’s dad and She coexist in this world??
A few days later, She got her letter back with a red stamp that read “Return to sender”.
They both stared at each other. Her words at Her and She at Her words.