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.