When he finished speaking, all I could hear was ringing in my ears as my father’s voice echoed in my ears, saying the same thing over and over again,
What?
THEO
I stared at the letter in my hands for a very long time, just focused on my name, which was written boldly on it. Even if there was absolutely no reason to be scared, it was mostly all I could feel as I contemplated on whether or not I should open it.
It did take me a while, but, with very shaky hands, I opened it. The familiarity of the handwriting in it, threatened to make tears fall from my eyes. Even if I were to be asleep, I could tell my grandmother's handwriting, right away.
My dear Theo,
I know by the time you get this letter, I would be long gone. Amongst all my four grandchildren, you are the toughest and the calme
