Kryptonite

Sigh… I let out a deep sigh, it was the result of my deep-rooted frustration.

I was skimming through a piece of paper. It was the last "gift" I received from my late parents.

Half a year ago, my parents perished, leaving me all alone in the dark world. The piece of paper in my hands was the last thing I received from them, only hours before their death.

The piece of paper had lost its previous whitish color, and was replaced by ugly yellowish dye. There were words written, but it was written in a language unknown to me.

"This doesn't make any sense…" I thought aloud after reading the text for the hundredth time. I kept wondering, what could be the reason to write their final words in a language I cannot understand?

I have tried finding the language's origins, but it doesn't exist. Maybe the words in the piece of paper were nonsense.

A prank or maybe a puzzle. My father always loved to make puzzles, and wanted me to solve them. I never could.