Dear Dylan,
Oh, hey, Gia!
Mind if I rant about something today?
Don't mind at all.
So, my parents got divorced.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry. I saw it coming. I mean, Dad started sleeping on the couch, they constantly fought, and I hear Mom crying a lot.
I do hope you're alright.
What I don't really like is that they broke my little brother's heart.
How old is your little brother exactly? Oh wait, you won't tell me of course.
My little brother, let's name him Mark (of course that's not his real name,) didn't understand what happened at first. Dad just left and Mom said, "Daddy's gonna be away for a very long time." That's when Mark started to cry.
Poor Mark. Tell him I'm sorry. Oh wait, you can't.
Sooner or later, I started to cry, too. Then Mom joined in. We all cried.
I'm sorry to hear that again.
Do you wanna know why they got divorced?
Shoot.
Mom caught Dad with another woman at Mom's favorite restaurant. How taunting.
That's just.... Cruel.
How could Dad do that?! I mean, he had us and Mom! Why would he need another woman?
I don't know why, Gia. But it's really common.
Later on, we looked at everything we could find related to Dad. We watched past videos, browsed old photo albums, and treasured the things he left.
That's okay, Gia. He'll come back soon, hopefully.
The truth is, I miss Dad. But at the same time, I hate him. Why would he do that to us? I thought he loved us. I thought.
My mom died when I was three, Gia.
Okay, enough ranting. Sorry.
No, that's alright.
Oh, and, I like your new shoes. They're pretty cool.
The red ones? Huh, thanks.
Vanilla milkshake,
Georgia
No. Don't leave. Please write soon, Gia.
"staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in your heart."
