Page 1/1 To my father, who I dearly miss. We had the fall harvest festival in town a few days ago. I didn't go because I was afraid that it would hurt to be reminded of all the fall festivals with you by my side. I didn't ask Mother to come with me. I was afraid she would think about you, too. She still cries when something reminds her of you. My memories of you are slowly fading. The elder said that if you sleep while holding onto something that belongs to someone you miss, they'll appear in your dreams. So I'm going hold the doll you made for me tonight. Can you please come visit me in my dreams? You'll come, right? - Your daughter, Elsie
