I was staring at the letter that my father left me while I am drinking in the garden. I have been staring at it for more than an hour but I still couldn’t find the courage in me to read it.
Jennifer’s words were powerful and had a huge impact on me but I didn’t know if that was enough motivation for me to finally have the courage to read this letter.
I sipped from my wine flute as I started to make up my mind. “I need to do this,” I told myself as I placed the wine flute down and picked up the letter from the table.
I took a deep breath before unfolding the letter. My heart was already pounding inside my chest while my hands were trembling from the nerves because of what I’m about to do.
“I can do this,” I cheered myself on as I shut my eyes and took several deep breaths.
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