“Dad, the lessons you’ve taught me in my life have been illustrated before me. You know how I was glum when I arrived here. But know I know that my stay in this place has been a blessing in disguise. After all, I met Casimir,” I went on. I bit my lip. I should talk about him as little as possible, I reckoned. “And,” I said softly, “as you told me once… if you love someone, then you have to be willing to let them go. And if it is true love, then they will come back to you,” I finished. Daddy listened intently. “Oh my God. Oh, my goodness…” he whispered. “Even though I can only hear you, I can tell that you’ve grown. You’re…and I wasn’t there…how could I?...” Dad murmered, speechless. Through our whole conversation, I knew that his mind had been transfixed on one thing: me. His daughter whom he loved so much, in spite of everything else that resided inside of him. Finally, he took another deep breath.