To Dad, who I stopped calling
Dad,
I drove past the hardware store today and nearly turned in. You would have been behind the counter with the radio on, pretending not to be waiting for me.
I'm not calling because I don't know how to start after this long. I'm not angry the way I was. I'm just tired of the silence being the loudest thing between us.
I don't know if I'll ever send this. I wanted you in the room for a minute, so I wrote it down.
MAKE IT YOURS