Found while cleaning. Background:
My dad was at an addiction recovery center for a couple weeks when I was 9. Warning: “I’m going to get mean.”
The second sentence makes me giggle because I know the use of metaphor was something my dad taught me and I know I put in there just for him. You would never guess that I’d end up having a Master’s in English given all the misspellings, eh? This letter also perfectly reflects my naivete. I thought my dad “drank too much coffee” and that his mean boss had a vengeance against coffee drinkers and thus took my dad away for a while.
I still remember going with my mom and brothers to drop off my dad to the rehab center. All I see are those movie-like flashbacks and it’s hard to tell what really happened and what I simply believe happened. I just see hand-holding, the little body of my twin with his curly hair and his tears.
To the little girl who wrote this, I say: learning to “get mean” and to show love with your words is a gift you’ll continue to enjoy through your 30s
What would you say to your nine-year-old self?