Entry 14: A Letter to Balocrypha

Father,
An assassin nearly thwarted all of your hard earned plans. Perhaps it is simply your good fortune that I want to live, because I was too much the coward to just allow death to take me. I fled. I am alive and in the hands of other people that have promised me safety. This time there is a lock on my door that none can pass through in the night, or so I'm told.
I have so many questions to ask and there is so much I wish to say. I want you to know that I do not hate you, as much as I wish I could. You gave me life and though much of it was spent in torment, I cherish it. Thank you. These past few months have been the most fulfilling of my lifetime, I have learned what it means to live, to love... and I have mourned so deeply that I thought my heart was shattered. I have friends, father, real friends. I no longer feel alone and I smile, often.
I wish you all the happiness that I have found on my adventures, Father. Perhaps if you knew the things I carry in my heart, you wouldn't be in so much pain. I am learning to forgive and I hope that one day I will reach the point where I forgive you, where I understand why you feel the need to cause others such anguish.
You will never see this letter, it will remain folded in my journal until I die.
Your daughter,
Volatia

Type

Journal, Personal