She could have just sat down and talked about, right? No. No she couldn’t have. Hel sitting down and trying to talk just never worked out as smoothly as she hoped. She still didn’t like spilling her guts, and she could never do it civilly. She’d ******** up her words, she’d get embarrassed, she’d get mad, angry, sad…and it just made for a piss poor delivery. So a letter. A great way to spill her guts, but then revise, revise, revise and revise! Well, except she didn’t revise this letter, she made Mac do it for her…but the point was…she felt pretty proud (if not horribly anxious too) about this letter. Her thoughts and feelings, all in a bundle, and smoothly laid out…Ugh.
Ugh.
Excited yet begrudgingly, Hel had the letter to Salbei in one hand and a present in the other, and she left both of them on the couch she had moved into his tent. Hel definitely didn’t want to be around when Sal opened and read the letter…that’d just be too awkward for her. So she ditched the stuff and then left.
In rather surprisingly neat handwriting (which took a bazillion tries):
Quote:
Gramps,
I never felt close to my FEAR father. As the youngest out of nine, I was often over looked and over shadowed in favor of the older ones. The sister who I am closest to, who also attends Amity, and is the second eldest had the luck of having that close knit father-daughter bond with him that I do not. She knows a father’s worries, concerns, discipline, compassion, and love. She is a ‘daddy’s ghoul’. Growing up I was jealous, of course, but as time passed I just stopped caring. I stopped wondering what that felt like and just carried on.
Then I met you.
First you felt like a wise old person, and you still are, but as I spent more time around you and talking and listening, something changed, and I had a moment that really stood out to me one day. I thought to myself ‘I think this is what a father is like’. You listen to me, you console me, you praise me, you support me, you tolerate me, you scold me, and you discipline me as well, and I really appreciate it. I KNOW that you do not have to do any of these things, and that you could be rid of me anytime you want, but that fact that you are still here, I get it. I KNOW I am not the best, or the brightest, or the kindest, and that I am more often than not: awful, rude, and rotten, so because you are still here: thank you. I truly appreciate it. I need all these things, plus the patience and the persistence.
I am also sorry for all the vexations I have caused you, and will, no doubt, continue to do so. It is weird…I never felt so worried about having someone be cross with me before, but the thought of having you be cross with me is crushing! I never cared this much about disappointing someone before, and it is probably a very good thing for me.
This is the first time in my entire existence I ever wanted to do SOMETHING for Father’s Day. So even though I am not really your ‘child’, I am appreciate and grateful that you took me under your wing scarves. Thank you for everything.
Happy Father’s Day!
Love,
Hel
I never felt close to my FEAR father. As the youngest out of nine, I was often over looked and over shadowed in favor of the older ones. The sister who I am closest to, who also attends Amity, and is the second eldest had the luck of having that close knit father-daughter bond with him that I do not. She knows a father’s worries, concerns, discipline, compassion, and love. She is a ‘daddy’s ghoul’. Growing up I was jealous, of course, but as time passed I just stopped caring. I stopped wondering what that felt like and just carried on.
Then I met you.
First you felt like a wise old person, and you still are, but as I spent more time around you and talking and listening, something changed, and I had a moment that really stood out to me one day. I thought to myself ‘I think this is what a father is like’. You listen to me, you console me, you praise me, you support me, you tolerate me, you scold me, and you discipline me as well, and I really appreciate it. I KNOW that you do not have to do any of these things, and that you could be rid of me anytime you want, but that fact that you are still here, I get it. I KNOW I am not the best, or the brightest, or the kindest, and that I am more often than not: awful, rude, and rotten, so because you are still here: thank you. I truly appreciate it. I need all these things, plus the patience and the persistence.
I am also sorry for all the vexations I have caused you, and will, no doubt, continue to do so. It is weird…I never felt so worried about having someone be cross with me before, but the thought of having you be cross with me is crushing! I never cared this much about disappointing someone before, and it is probably a very good thing for me.
This is the first time in my entire existence I ever wanted to do SOMETHING for Father’s Day. So even though I am not really your ‘child’, I am appreciate and grateful that you took me under your wing scarves. Thank you for everything.
Happy Father’s Day!
Love,
Hel
Of course Hel was all about making things to, so the present the letter sat on top was a giant blank tome. Hand made, of course. Hel was all about the hand made gifts. She pulled out all the best materials, and if she had been lacking any, she spent her hidden stash of seeds to buy some. She was pretty happy with the end result…if not anxious, much like a child who couldn’t stop fidgeting until they got approval. Approval (or disapproval) she wouldn’t know about until she was tracked down later most likely. She had her odd quirky moments like that.
