Suicide Note #4
Dear Dad,
I thought that I was taking the road less taken. I wanted to make a man out of
myself. I wanted to be you. It took me long to realize but probably the day I was
born was the only day when you showered love on me. All the money with which
you pampered me all these years were to no avail. All I could do was sit with
people not even close to my age and smoke pot and cocaine to forget all the pain
of living life alone. Luxuries can never compensate for love dad and money can
never buy me intelligence. 20 years and I consider myself to be a useless wrath
who can’t even buy friends anymore. If this is how a rich man like you brings up
his children, then I believe this deal of yours couldn’t be a success. I am giving up
dad and probably this way I will fulfill my dream of taking the road less taken.
The child your money couldn’t buy,
Yours,
ABC
I thought that I was taking the road less taken. I wanted to make a man out of
myself. I wanted to be you. It took me long to realize but probably the day I was
born was the only day when you showered love on me. All the money with which
you pampered me all these years were to no avail. All I could do was sit with
people not even close to my age and smoke pot and cocaine to forget all the pain
of living life alone. Luxuries can never compensate for love dad and money can
never buy me intelligence. 20 years and I consider myself to be a useless wrath
who can’t even buy friends anymore. If this is how a rich man like you brings up
his children, then I believe this deal of yours couldn’t be a success. I am giving up
dad and probably this way I will fulfill my dream of taking the road less taken.
The child your money couldn’t buy,
Yours,
ABC
About the Author - Ankita Maheshwari
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