dad:
It's been a long time since I wrote to you. How are you? Is the war in Iraq almost over? Do you still go fishing? You told me before that you came back three months later, and it has been more than two years now.
You told me that I have a talent for programming, so I kept working hard, I listened to your words, and kept practicing. Now that I can write programs by myself, my teachers and classmates think that I am a programming genius, and I will definitely make some achievements when I grow up. But I don't try to program to make something, I miss you.
Mom actually still misses you, but she can't show it. Because that man would hit her and hit her with bruises all over her body, she would use all kinds of bruises to cover her body so as not to let me see it, but in fact, I could hear every cry when she was beaten. She was actually scared too, but she wouldn't show it in front of me either. But I know that the twisted relationship between that man and her is not husband and wife. He would force mom to do some perverted games to make mom more scared and make him happier.
That man treats me badly, he says I'm an asshole, he'll say I make him creepy, hehe, that's fine.
He told outsiders that he wanted to play football with me, but he got mad when he saw me typing at the computer all day. He once grabbed me and threw me off the chair. And tried to find some theft/porn stuff on the computer, but he found nothing. I'm not actually afraid of him doing this, in my eyes, he's just a superficial and perverted adult. I said to him: If I didn't catch fish all day, I would find a way to kill you. He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes.
Mom talks to me less and less now, and I know it's because she's in a bad mood. But I wanted to tell her that I'm Baker Dill's son, and I've grown up. I'll think about how to fix something like this, but I want you to tell me.
Do you think I should kill? What would you do if a beast kept tormenting you and your mother in your life? Will you go to the bedroom and stop him?
Don't say let you come, if you come back from Iraq, I know you will kill this beast yourself for me and keep my hands from getting blood. But, Dad, you can't. Actually, you are already dead.
You are now created by me using games. You probably do, but that's in the world I'm knitting. You, as a fisherman, trick the man into getting on the boat and get rid of him, but that's in my weave world.
In reality, he's still alive and well and can still abuse my mom and me. I can only do it myself, personally stop this from happening, kill him.
I will pay my price. We may never see each other again.
Goodbye, Dad.
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