Sitting there in front of a blank piece of paper. That's what Liam was doing. It was the same thing every year on father's day. Just sitting there looking at it in confusion. He didn't really know either of his parents. So these days were always the worst. He could never really know what to say.

He knew that at one point dad had come back, but he never saw him. If he did he was to young to remember. He never asked Ed what dad was like, even the mention of dad really pissed him off. It was like going into a battle ground, unsafe to even attempt.

Yet here he sat year after year. Waiting, hoping for some inspiration. It never came, but for some reaon he tried. He honestly didn't know why he tried. Maybe it was because he felt an empty void might be filled in his life.

His pencil hit his head. The only challenge he had was what to write. Honestly, he wanted to write something nice about his dad, but he just could never figure out what he was supposed to say.

He stopped to really think for a few minutes. This could work….no to mellow. Maybe this….no he didn't know dad well enough. Could this be…No it would never work. He now knew what he wanted to say. Sitting up fully for the first time in his life, he had an idea for fathers day.

Dear Dad,

I never really got to know you. I have no clue why you left nor do I understand to be honest. I just wish that I could meet you. I can't tell really how I feel about you. I really wish I had at some point been able to meet with you, to talk and understand you…..It would have meant the world to me.

I know this letter won't reach you, nor will your eyes ever see it, but it's making me feel better to write. I wish I could figure out how I feel while writing this but I don't. It's hard when you don't have an opinion on your audience. I know how Ed feels about you, and how Al feels about you, but I just can't figure out how I truly feel about you. I've never really questioned you not being in my life untill recently…Then again I have no right to complain, i have a good life, and a family that cares…..

I guess, I just sometimes wish I had been able to know you and mom, but I don't…. I honestly can't sexplain why I don't know how to feel. All the times I've tried to write to you in the past….just bring up painful thoughts like right now….

It makes me remember the nightmares I have so frequently at night. It makes me wonder if I'm the reason you left….It makes me feel like my brothers hate me for being born and mom dieing during child birth…But they'd never hate me…

I guess I just never really got why everyone else had their parents with them while Ed, Al, and I didn't. I know that you'd be proud of Ed and Al…but I wonder if you'd be proud of me and the person I'm becoming. It makes me wonder if you'd aprove my relationship with Selim….I just…I can't.

Writing this is painful but I'm glad I am. It's making me feel better. I just wish I could have met you.

Sincerly,

Liam Elric, your third son

Liam now folded the paper and put it in a blank envolope. Licking it then sealing the envolope he looked for a spot to put it. He considered under his pillow, but no. Maybe next to his bed…no. He then slid out his dresser drawer and placed the letter inside and closed it.

Now he'd know where it was if he ever wanted to read it again.