Father was so loving, and so true, but I never got to see him. All I knew was what mother told me about him. How glad I am that she was that kind to share the beauty of a man I never knew and had no right to clamour for details about his real persona.

Then as I sat by the lake, I saw this bottle in the sand and wondered how a neatly closed bottle made its way here. A closer look revealed a message carrier. Though the message within was not mine, I longed for something like that from my dad.

Maybe something stashed away in a post office box awaiting my 20th birthday.



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