Journal #12 (day33)
Dear Father,
Why? Why am I so much like you? Why do I miss you? I shouldn't. Audrey doesn't. Father, I can't picture your face anymore. Is that a good thing? Father, I think I remember when you and mother were happy. When you smiled and loved us. What happened? What did she do to deserve to die? I wish I knew if I was more like you or her. I remember loving you. I remember clinging to you and loving you. I remember crying when the cops came. I know you didn't mean to. I know you're sorry. I wish everything was good. But nothing will ever be okay ever again.