Hey Nina,
How have you been my daughter?. I hope I wasn't reaching to your at the bad time now. As you know I'm not a fan of big word or beating a round the bushes. I have a bad news. Your mom has passed on. I know your neither a fan of me nor the town but I would have appreciated if you come back just for the funeral.
love,
Dad.
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The thought of going back just bring the bad memories that still haunted me. The feeling of what happened on how every fiber of my body remembers still surprise me. But I know I have to go back home. It's funny though how the word home doesn't find the town anymore.
I keep replay the last words spoken between me and mom. Eventhough some where not unpleasant but I know she cared for me and how heartbroken she was when I decided to leave.