On the wintering days of december, I sat by the porch withering away into the nether lands.

My hands grasping deeply on the last letter given to me.

Dear Father.

It’s me Amy, I know it has been a while since I have written to you. Please forgive me for my innconent views on things that has happened. I don’t know how to put this into words really. I must see you Father, but I will tell you all at once.
Once I make my way there. Please tell mom I love her.

Bye Father
Love Amy.

It was May the 5th when Amy was on her way to see her father. To bear the news of a child coming forth into the world.

It was also the same day when Amy went missing from the very steps of the bus station.

I sat there on top of the porch waiting for Amy to come back home to tell me everything is alright.

To hold deeply on the last fabric of truth, burrows deeply into my soul. Knowing the last vivid memory of Amy was when we fought. Now truly knowing I was wrong with my actions, and never able to say sorry to Amy.