Where Is My Knife?
Daddy ordered a set of exquisite knives for Angeline. What occasion was it for I do not remember. But within your world, you have calculated the time and value and everything else. For it to arrive in time. But you did not know that it was a a scam. For the first time in my life I read emails you sent to the knife seller. Where is my knife?! You loved us, Daddy. In your ways, I have now come to understand. You speak to me still. I hear you within the walls you have built. In which you too have died in. A beautiful cycle. Complete. I hear you still. You were very furious. You wanted to gift this too Angeline. It was the most meaningful thing you could have done. You were angry. Because you love.