Sending A Letter To Him

(From Ella's Perspective)

I did not know when fell asleep while crying. Perhaps I had been even crying my sleep. As I looked into the mirror, I found my eyes swollen and red.

'Eh? I cried this much...?'

"Ella, come down and have your breakfast," Dad said from downstairs.

Back at home, it was Mom who would do this. And it was not just calling me for breakfast, it was more like yelling. But Dad's voice was calmer and more reassuring than hers.

"Yes, coming," I yelled. 

Who knew what Dad made this time? I just hoped that he did not burn the kitchen down or something.

I wore the dress I always wore while going to work. I tied my hair in a long braid. It had grown too long. Perhaps I would just cut it. 

I handed him a letter that I wrote for Leandro this morning. That was why it took me a while to go downstairs for breakfast. 

Hey there,