Dear Mihael, December 13th 1994
I hope that life in the orphanage is fine, I know you found your way there, because a day afterwards, the owner called. I love you, I know it's hard to understand but I leaving you there is the best way I could protect you, protect you from me. I know that's not how things should be but that's the way it is. I love you Mihael, I always have. Happy fifth birthday.
P.S I know you won't get this, but I'll send it anyways.
Love Joseph Keehl, your father.


Dear Mihael, February 12th 1995
This has become more of something that I do to hope that maybe someday I'll be strong enough to be the man and father that I failed to be. You are six now, I believe, and I try not to send all of these but I hope some make it to the orphanage. Not a day has gone by that I don't miss you, I love you and always will. But I don't regret leaving you there, I regret how I treated you, because I was a terrible father. Nothing was ever your fault, I know that now and I knew that then, I was just so angry, and it was unfair of me to take it out on you.
Love, Joseph Keehl, your father.


Dearest Eva, December 13th 1993
It has been 4 years since your passing, I miss you, I can't wait for the day to come where I no longer have to live another moment without you. How's heaven? Sometimes when it snows I think of you, and how you said that when you were little you thought that snow was caused by angels baking cookies in the sky. I'm sorry that I messed things up with the children. I blamed Mihael for it, but really it was my fault that Loki died. If I never made Mihael feel like he had to impress me, he wouldn't have used the stove, if I never held his hand to it he never would have taken off without turning the stove off. I hope I can make it up to Mihael, and let him know that I love him and always did, but I don't know if I'm ready yet. I don't know if I can control all the anger and pain I feel every minute that was caused by losing you. I count the breaths until I can be with you again.
Love Jo.


Dear Mihael, December 19th 2005
You are a little older now, and maybe you can understand. It was your 16th birthday last week, so you definitely should be old enough to understand. I left you there to save your life. I love you and always did, nothing was ever your fault, I'm sorry I ever said it was. I love you Mihael, all I can hope for is that you are happy with the beautiful person that I'm sure you have become. I love you. I'm sorry.
Love Joseph Keehl, Your father.


Author's Note: kinda short and no real add, but yeah, just kinda thought it'd be coolish? Read and Reveiw please