This is a short story that was sent to me by sabrynabrooklynne
She wanted to see how I would add to it, so I'll see what I can do.

Dear Dad:

I wish I could give you this letter in person. I wish we could sit down and talk. We actually have a lot in common, you and me. Both of us have struggled with a sense of worthlessness, although it may have been for different reasons. But, you left this world three years ago, and I can only grieve for the loss, and pray that you are now at peace.

I wonder what you might have been like if you had somehow overcome the suicidal impulse and had been able to choose to live. What would you have thought, to have your youngest son come out and say, at the age of 16, that he was really your daughter?

I hope you would be as okay about it as Mom has been. I hope you could accept me as your daughter, and support my decision to let the real me out. Of course, its possible it would freak you out, but Mom would straighten you out in a hurry, I'm sure.

As I make my way forward, I find a need to get some closure. My therapist says it's a good idea that will help me move on in my new life.

I find I have a lot I could talk to you about, but it can be summarized in two ideas. I forgive you for leaving us, Dad. But I miss you, now more than ever.

Life is difficult without you here, as all girls need their father, but I will be okay without you. I promise that I will do every thing I can to make you proud of me and not let you down.

As your son, you taught me all about how to be the perfect gentleman and exactly how to treat women. Thank you for providing me with an example of what to łook for in a boyfriend. If he can't live up to your example, he'll never get a chance to go out with me. The way you loved, cherished, and treated mom stands as the model of exactly what kind of man I want to some day be my husband.

I'll aim for something rather romantic, cause that's what I'm used to writing at the moment.

... And truth be told, I might have found someone who fits into this role. I know, I'm only 16 years old while he's also only 18. I know, it's many years too early to look for a husband whom I will spend my life with.

But we met by chance and to me, it feels like it was destiny. It's been exactly five months since we officially became a couple. Five wonderful months. This person was the reason why I decided to reveal my true self. Just talking to him was calming and gave me the feeling that I could be completely honest with myself.

At first, I was suspicious because of his overwhelming personality. He was nice, seemed very honest and did everything to make me feel appreciated as the person I was hiding behind my boyish looks. My suspicion soon faded and turned into love and affection, the feelings he showed me from the very start.

Whenever I had a bad day, he would soon be by my side to turn it into a good one. He was just like the gentleman you taught me to be, which by the way led to complications when we wanted to open the door for each other. He was very respectful to Mom and also introduced me to his parents who clearly showed where he got his nice personality from.

Although you can't be here with us, today on Christmas Eve, I hope our feelings will reach you. The feelings that I'm putting into this letter while standing next to your grave, my tears dripping on the paper. I know you can feel us, wherever you might be, and I'm sure you would like the partner I chose for myself.

Dad, I miss you more than I could have ever imagined to miss someone, and I'm happy to have him, who, by holding my hand, gave me the courage to come here and write this letter. Thank you Dad, for raising me the way you did, because all of that led to this moment. The moment I'm able to share with both you, and him.