I don't own Wicked.
Father Dearest,
It's been a long time since I've been in contact with you. You must be wondering why after all of these years I'm writing to you. Well, Father's Day will soon be here. And I thought it's only right to acknowledge the man who raised me. So, here I am.
A father in my eyes is one that loves their child unconditionally. One who'll stick up for them no matter what the circumstances are. A father is someone who picks up his four year old daughter when she falls off her training bike and skins her knees, and comforts her, wiping her tears away. He's the one pacing the floor late at night waiting for her to come home from her very first date.
A father is everything to his children. Fathers can't do no wrong. After all, in a child's eyes, their father is the greatest...greater than the most Wonderful Wizard of Oz. A father's most precious treasures are his children.
But I seemed to have failed you because I was different. Correction...am different. You've never shown any affection or love toward me. You've never had a loving tone in your voice when speaking to me. Didn't you know how I felt when you turned me away? I guess not, or maybe you did, and didn't care at all. I seemed to have been some misplaced creature that you were so ashamed of. I'd go into my bedroom. I'd cry myself to sleep. Did you know that? Couldn't you hear me sobbing at night? I waited for you to come into my bedroom to tell me that everything was going to be alright. But you never came.
In case you're wondering, I'm doing fine...rather well I might say. It would surprise you what I have accomplished in my life. I'm married to a wonderful man who loves me very much, and I really don't know what I had done to have deserved someone like him. He taught me the meaning of love, one I never learned under your household. We have a son and a daughter. It's just too bad that they'll never get to know their grandfather. They ask about you, but I can't seem to find anything worthy to say.
Why couldn't you just have loved me? Your own flesh and blood. Or am I? You shattered my heart into bits and pieces. Was it such a huge task for you to show me just a little tenderness toward me? It doesn't matter anymore. I've grown another heart to love my very own family, and also to feel the love they have for me. And it's a wonderful feeling to be loved and wanted.
Well it's almost Father's Day, but I can't for the life of me tell you Happy Father's Day. I can never forgive you, not at all. You were never a father to me. None whatsoever. In your eyes, I was just a piece of garbage to be thrown away. It must kill you to read that I'm doing well. When I come home from work each day, my children are there running to me...can't wait to see me. I do love spending time with the loves of my life, and to spend many hours of quality time with them. My husband is very loving. He's my very own Prince Charming.
I remember those terrible times when you would come home, and I'd be hiding in my bedroom hoping that night your demons in you would not emerge. You gave me a home to live in, but I was treated more like a servant, and not a daughter. And because of everything I've gone through with you, I've just nominated you on being the worst father of the year.
What more can I say but...Goodbye forever.
Just me,
Elphaba
