Dear Daddy
Dear Daddy, Sometimes when I sit at my kitchen table in silence, a cup of tea in front of me, I envision you sitting right opposite me. See, during moments like these, you never died four years ago. Instead, you battled your depression, reclaimed your health and decided to come visit me here in Denmark to see your grandson. He looks like you. It's something about his eyebrows and the slight buck-toothed laugh that remind me of you when you used to call me "sweetey girl". He's got your fight too--and it's a challenge when he gets mad. Once he took my clothes and was about to throw them out the window! Yes Daddy, Kai reminds me of you. I remember those days when I'd come visit you. It was when I was in college and I'd come by after a night of partying and we'd hang out, listen to Roy Ayers and I'd take a nap on your bed. You had a big ass tv and still liked to watch your gameshows. You wore worn denims and canvas sneakers. You were still vain abo...