Dear Dad,
I know it's been a while, and I probably should have written more, but I'm writing now.
I need to ask you a question.
It's something I've been wondering a long time now, nearly five years. But I guess I ought to start with the buildup.
It was an ANBU mission, when I was twenty. Two others and I were being flanked by a rookie and bait. The plan was to set the bait, an old man walking down the road, and follow up until our target appeared. It didn't go according to the plan. He brought a team of rogue Jonin, a whole lot of them. We were badly outnumbered. I thought we were gonna die, Dad, but we didn't. That girl was amazing, you should have seen her. She came out of nowhere; I could barely see her move! They just started dropping, one by one at a catastrophic pace. She was beautiful, if you can find the beauty in a girl decapitating someone. She was an elite, Dad, can you believe it? She was past ANBU level, but not known. She worked anonymously, always.
Hiruzen requested her at Konoha's hand. She accepted. I got to know her dad, and she is amazing.
We are married now, have been for seven years, which brings me to my question. She was born on January fourth nearly five years ago. A little girl, dad, my baby girl. I love her more than anything. I can't explain it, there is no way to express what it feels like to look at that little girl and know that I made her. I helped make that little person, dad. I wish you could meet her. I've told her stories, and she talks to your picture, you know, the one we took at the festival when I was six? She idolizes you, she is nearly five years old and she has already decided that helping comrades is more important than completing the mission. I'm so proud of her.
I don't understand, dad. If you loved me even half as much as I love her, how could you leave me? How could you leave me all by myself? How could you be so selfish?
It's a pretty pointless question now, being as you will never read this, but I need to get it out. I'm not mad at you anymore, and I don't hate you, no matter how hard I try to tell myself that I do. I made a man of myself, dad, with a healthy mixture of fool. I trained three amazing shinobi, fell in love with a gorgeous woman, and made a gorgeous little girl.
I guess I should be going now. It's awfully quiet, and quiet isn't exactly a good thing with a four year old running around.
I love you, and I forgive you,
Kakashi
P.S. I found some pictures. She looks like mom.