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[Twistember]

I walk to the end of the driveway, the mailbox my intended destination.
I have some kind of feeling in my stomach that I can’t explain.
As I get closer to the mailbox, the feeling intensifies.

I open the mailbox.
There’s only one item inside it.
Oh, look.
It’s a card from you.

It’s been three years, maybe more, since we’ve spoken.
What could this be?
It’s definitely not a birthday or Christmas card, is it?
It can’t be.

I open the envelope.
There’s nothing inside it.
Just a card signed ‘love dad’.
Dad? Since when are you my dad?

Wait, there’s something else written on the card.
Could it possibly be?

No, never mind.
The ‘I love you’ is empty and hollow.
It’s so easy to tell.
Even when it’s written on paper.

This card means nothing.
Not a word inside it is true.
How can I make your world a better place when I’m not even in it?
You threw me out of it three years ago.
Why would you want me back in it all of a sudden?

Don’t you remember what you said?
I do, very clearly.
You said, “I don’t want her around anymore.”
Is it coming back yet?

Is this card your way of asking for forgiveness?

You pushed me to the blade, practically placed it in my hands!
You put these scars on my arms, my wrists, my ankles, my legs, my whole body!
You pushed me off the edge, my suicide attempt!

For these things, forgiveness cannot be given!
No apology will be accepted!

This card means nothing.
Not a word inside it is true.
I rip it up and feed it to the wind.