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The Known Truth

Lara Zalena
She writes of the unspoken.
She's in search of the forbidden.
Credits: 1 2 3 4
The Unheard Of

The Countercurrent




Letters
Sunday, August 22, 2010

Dear Mum,

It has been awhile since I last wrote you a letter. Maybe this time, this letter is written with a lot more regret. I've needed to tell you something, but I'm sorry I couldn't do it in person. I fear to see the disappointment in your eyes. I'm writing to apologize for my results. I know I have disappointed you and I know it's hurting you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't excel when I had to. I'm sorry. 3 days later and I still fear looking into your eyes because I fear seeing the hurt and disappointment you've concealed on your face. But your eyes cannot deny how disappointed you are in me. One year ago I dreamed of entering Uni one step closer to graduating with first class honors, going to MIT on my third year, working as a research engineering with a F1 team. Who knew it would only be a dream. In 24 hours, I've seen my career crash and your heart crash. I'm sorry I now can't live this dream. I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'm sorry. I am feeling a rush of emotions but predominantly it is disappointment. I don't need another lecture because it isn't going to change anything right now. Right now, all I need is your love to help me through.

Love always,
Your daughter.