Letter 1: Father

Dear father,

Do you remember when I was just a little girl and you were my Prince Charming? I do. I don't remember much else, but I know that. No matter how big my troubles seemed to get, you'd always be right there with me, not questioning what had happened but letting me tell you what I wanted you to know. You were my rock, the one person that I could always depend on.

When I was about 6 years old, you took me out for ice cream one day. That was normal, but this one day has always stuck out at me. It was midsummer and the birds were chirping. The sky was the color of your eyes and there were huge puffy white clouds flying overhead. I remember thinking that they looked like spun sugar. There was also a huge lilac bush where we sat eating. The blossoms were big and beautiful and as purple as those "mountain majesties" you always had wanted to climb.

You had chocolate ice cream and I had vanilla. We had scrounged together all of the coins from in pockets, under couch cushions, and in my piggy bank in order to have our treat. We only had money enough for smalls, but I couldn't eat more than that and you, as you put it, "didn't need all of that."

That was one of the best days of my life. Don't be upset that it was cut short. Be happy that you have that memory with me. Treasure it. Don't let anyone forget me, either. I definitely won't forget you.

I love you,