There are few things I know about you and even fewer things that you know about me. Yet we still somehow manage to have a relationship brimming with smiles and pleasantries. We stay in tune by never talking about the hard things, the things in the past that tore us apart. Everything is kept under the rug, sealed in a vault neither of us knows how to access. I was fine with this charade for a while, but now I see how acting like everything is fine in fact makes everything the opposite of fine. I want to talk to you about your addictions without you thinking I will judge you. I want to feel like we are two human beings capable of respecting each other enough to hold meaningful conversations. I want our relationship to brim with trust and love. This is why I want you to come with me to see my therapist. I know you are scared, as am I. I know the unspoken words of the past loom between us, waiting to form cracks in our shaky foundation. Yet I also know that we can never be healed without talking about it. I know I can never be your daughter and you my father without us facing the reasons you left. Sometimes, a little pain and discomfort is needed to become whole again. I would never stop being your daughter, the spawn you put here on this earth. All I want to communicate to you is that I love you. And that I need you to show me more than a weak smile.

Love me, your daughter