Dear Dad

Here Tony paused, sighed and kept typing.

I have decided to contact you because you never contact me. I have some things I need to get off my chest.

Tony took a deep breath. This was hard, way harder than it should be.

I would like to apologise. I obviously never made it up to your standards and I disappointed you time and time again. You don't call me, you don't talk to me. I did what I could, I did what I needed and wanted to do. You have no idea how hard you made that with your constant disapproval and obvious display of how far I fell short.

I have tried so hard to make you proud, but I will never meet your expectations. I can't pretend any more, Dad. We have lost everything we ever had. I suppose it was inevitable, nothing lasts forever. It is too late now, Dad. You can't fix this.

I have spent the last 15 years of my life trying not to think about the fact that you haven't called me, or sent me so much as an email. If I thought about, it would hurt to much. I would remember the times you would take me to the park. I would look up at you, look up to you. You were my hero, Dad. I wanted to be like you.

Those days are long gone now, Dad. You don't care any more.

Nothing will change what you said to me. You destroyed me. Nothing you say can fix that now. I begged you not to turn your back on me.

I can't believe it is still this hard to talk to you but you never did, and never will understand.

So I am sorry, Dad but no matter what you thought, I can not be perfect.

Sincerely,

Anthony DiNozzo

Taking a deep breath, Tony placed the finishing touch. A quick visit to YouTube. Ctrl. + C. Back to the email. Ctrl. + V. He stared at the email and slowly moved his cursor over the send button. Staring at the page, he forced his finger down. A message popped up. Message Sent. That was it. He had done it. It was done.

xxxx

Seconds later, an old man sitting in his office saw the notification pop up on his screen. You've got mail. His curiosity piqued as he opened it. As he read it, his heart sank further down into his toes. Reaching the end, his trembling hand clicked on the video link attached at the bottom. As the first words of the song rang out in his spacious office. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over onto his face, dripping off the end of his nose. He had to fix this. Flying was out of the question though, he was broke. He could hardly afford the plane ticket to D.C. He could drive though. His chauffeur long since let go, he did not relish the trip but if that was what it took. He didn't know what he would do once he got there, just that he had to get there. His mind now made up, Anthony DiNozzo senior walked into his room to pack.