Last Letter

Dear Sun,

I remember you saying you don't want to stay in the East. Perhaps your days working as a dental hygienist aren't as sunny as they are made out to be. Though I do remember you saying that you want to create healthier mouths for healthier smiles...

You said that you are lonely. Others have their friends and families orbiting so close to themselves. You only have yourself...at the moment. Why not get yourself out there and get to know more people? They can't all believe that the universe revolves around them...

My days are being sliced off...I still do take the medicine, but it's not working so well. My eyes are constantly filming over and that shaking still does its terrible dance through my body. Betty is off to Australia, working for a charity she has always dreamed of serving. That small plot of land in Urswelle will need to be sold soon and this house needs a new roof and a new coating. Though I still believe that you should be exploring the world, it would lay that anxious part of me to rest if you can visit more often.

Remember, you are the brightest star in my eyes. You can take your orb to shine for so many others. And this doesn't have to be light. It can be blazing passion. 

Please write soon. I wait for your good news.

Father