Dad´s letter:

Rebecca had had a bad night. She had dreamed again with that house that frightened her so much, so when she woke up she realized that something bad would happen that day. It was palpable in the air. She went to the kitchen and while she was zipping some coffee, the bell rang. In the mail box, there was a white envelope with her name on it. Now, in other circumstances she would have waited a couple of days to read it, but this time a gut feeling told her to open it inmediately. It was from her father. Rebecca and Daniel ( as she used to call him) had always had a difficult relationship, and for the last three years they haven´t spoken to each other.
The girl sat, made a long and loudly zip of the black drink and started to read. The letter said the following:
“Becca, I don´t know where to start. If you could know that i´ ve been sitting in front of the paper for more tan an hour, just staring ant your name: that beautiful name thot i chose for you when your mom was delivering you. I loved you since the moment your mom told me that a new life was coming to the family. We knew tot you were the last one, so i said to my self that, I´ d take care of you as I hadn´t done it with your brothers. But I was wrong ´cause you were tough, so tough!.
Do you remember that time when we saw the fire works for Christmas ? your brothers were crying and begged me to carry them. And, then I felt a little hand looking for mine: it was you, delighted with the beautiful lights.
I always thought that there´d be a point when you´d fall. It´s not that I wanted you to need me, my child. Maybe that´s the reason why I was so agressive to you; ´cause I hoped to see you cry. You may be thinking what a jurk has my old man been, and probably you´re right. I never understood how to be a good father and I hoped I could learn with you, that you´d teach me how to but I guess you never needed me after all. That´s why I left. I couldn´t help feeling useless all the time. I know that we haven´t spoken in a long while, but I tried. You have to belive me I tried. Now it´s just too late.my life is coming to its end and even though there´s nothing I can do to stop the time I lost, I wrote these words from my heart, just to let you know that I´ve always loved you. Trust me when I said this.
Since the moment I left home there hasn´t been a day in which I didn´t feel regrets for what I did and what I didn´t. I only hope that you can forgiuve your silly old man one day. I prey for that, my little Becca.

Love,
Dad.”
Rebecca read the last lines and by that time her face had adopted a deep expression of sadness and remorse. It took her some minutes to get the strength to look for some paper and a pen. She wrote “Daddy” at the top of the page and her eyes got full of tears. The woman did nothing to stop them and remained in silence, starring at the word she had written for a long while...