"Gem, this is dad. If you've recieved this letter, it is probably because I'm no more. You read it right. I have lived all my life with the guilt of separating you from your mother, and I am not ready to die with it. Yet, I even couldn't tell you myself what caused this guilt. So here it is.

On that very night, when you saw Harry throwing a vase at me, it was not because your mother told him to do so....as per your assumption, but because of the daily tortures I caused your mother to go through.

Reason, a petty one. My business of merchandises, only if you remember was one of spices, we had a prosperous life and were a happy family. The same merchandise had already been produced and was being shipped from India, when the Tsunami took place and my ship was wrecked and didnt make it back to the port.

I lost all that I had, my money, my savings, drafts, of‐ fices, my mind my self everything had been long gone. I was bankrupt and for all this, I blamed your mother.

I blamed her every single day.

Why? You ask, I don't remember, because I considered her to be the reason for everything to happen in my life, and probably couldnt accept the fact that something this terrible could happen to me in her presence. I told you I had lost my mind already. The drinking contributed more to the physical abuse and the bodily harm.

You weren't there Gem, to see all this, the beast inside of me but Harry was, he saw me change from my best self to morphing into an unstable monster in a matter of few days. He witnessed all of this every single day.

That year when you came home for Christmas break, and saw Harry's strange behaviour towards me. You thought it was your mother. You had just been sent to boarding school by your mother not because she wanted you to study well but to seperate you from me which was not the case obviously!

You thought she'd do the same with Harry for she stopped Harry from continuously replying, little did you know dear one he wasnt replying but was back answering and
it wasn't because she wanted to keep us apart but wanted to keep Harry safe from my wrath.

Compelled by my daily habit, I drank even on that night, your mother was careful enough to put you both to sleep before I came back cause she never wanted you to see the demon inside of a person you considered as your superman,

yet Harry woke up, by the sound of mom's whimpers which were caused when I pushed her against the wall. Your mom tried to be as silent as possible but Harry's ears you see.
He did nothing but what a good son should've done and tried to push me back harmlessly from his mother yet, couldn't due to my strength.

So he started throwing all that he found in front of him towards me, and unknowingly threw a vase which hit me on my head and I left the house not accepting the fact that my boy hit me , and unfortunately you saw the latter half of everything understood the latter half of everything and accepted the latter part of everything and you followed me.

When I saw your face, standing by me your pale face gazing at me, with your eyes filled upto the brim, when you were trying to stop blood flowing from my forehead with the little handkerchief you carried everywhere, I realised what wrong I had done.

It was time for me to repent, yet I could never gather the courage to apologise to her or to Harry, for not being a good husband and a good father, especially when they needed me by their side.

Gem, remember, all your mother wanted for you was your good and nothing else.
After this you know what happened, your mother left with Harry to The States. You stayed back with me. I remember I couldn't keep you away from me after you said in the trembling tone,
"Papa, after this year end can I stay with you, like forever?"

I know you missed your mother and Harry. I knew you'd never ask me about them, I also knew I could never gather the courage to tell you the truth. So I sent you to their place every summer after you willingly said
"Dad this summer I want to help you with business." Gem, somewhere deep down I am assured that I am the reason you all drifted apart and why did I do that? Due to lack of courage, or the thought of loosing you too. I dont know maybe both.

If you get this letter meet her hug her, tell her I'm sorry.

I've spoken to my lawyer already, and this letter will be sent to you once it's declared that I'm dead.

If you meet Harry tell him, he deserved a far better father than he got. I never deserved to be his father and thank Annie for taking care of my kid....

Love Dad.

A/N: I know guys short one. But it's an emotional chapter. Don't kill me.