The sun is beating down on his face; he is an older man.
He is sitting on a park bench; he is feeding birds bread.
A girl comes walking up to the older man, she seems happy to see him.
The girl is crying tears of joy it seems.
The older man hugs the girl, they sit down on the bench.
The girl hands him a box, a box full of letters she wrote to him over the years.
The man slowly reads each one, sometimes smiling and laughing at what he reads.
He begins to read more, the man starts crying.
He is reading about her issue with her weight and food.
He reads about her self-harm.
The man slowly looks at the girl, he says I'm sorry honey.
I'm sorry I couldn't of been there for you, but I'm here now.
This is how I imagine it would be if I ever see my Birth Dad again.
So much time has passed and I really miss him.
I really love you Charlie, I forgive you for what you did..
I'm sorry though, I'm sorry I couldn't of been a better daughter.
I'm sorry if I ever hurt you in any way, all I really ever wanted from you is your love and to know if you really were my Birth Dad.
I'm sorry if that was asking to much.