HI DADDY.
IT'S ME, NANHI-MARIE, YOUR DAUGHTER OF EARTH.
I remember my birthday 7 years ago. It was the day you left us and all I have left is a box of letters and notebooks full of your writings, my own memories of what you used to say and the dresser, that huge dresser with the porcelain white knobs and a skeleton key to open the drawers.
I want to pass those books onto my children and grandchildren so that they can remember you too. I will write down what I remember that is not in those books so they will be able to know you too and cherish all that you meant to me in your life.
A hundred, five hundred and five thousand years from now maybe they will forget you or question that you ever lived. But at least if I tell your story in a book there is a chance that they won't and maybe the things you taught me will be valued by many generations to come.
Some days it is empty without you here but I will NEVER say that you never lived and that the things that happened in your life never happened. I hope we will all remember you...
One day and a thousand years from now I want people to remember and if anyone doubts you were here, so be it...but they will be all the poorer for it.
Love,
Nanhi-Marie