Dear Daddy,IÃÂm writing a letter because I think that it might help me feel better. Maybe it will make me feel like youÃÂre here again. I miss you.
That man thought he knew you. The man talking at the funeral. He thought he could tell us about how he was your friend. He was never your friend. He never knew you, did he?I nearly shouted at him for pretending. But I know you wouldnÃÂt want that. I just walked away so I could talk to you.
I miss you. I donÃÂt understand how you died. When mum came back, she paid the babysitter and gave me a big hug. I asked her where you were, and she said ÃÂDaddyÃÂs gone to live with the angels.ÃÂ Like IÃÂm a baby. IÃÂm not a baby, IÃÂm nearly nine, and I didnÃÂt cry at your funeral. Mummy hasnÃÂt said how you died.
I wish you could talk to me for real. Then you could tell me what happened. Maybe IÃÂll ask mummy in the morning. IÃÂm going to bed now, because otherwise mummy will hug me and I donÃÂt want her to hug me right now.
Night night daddy.
Ellis x x xEllis sat back in his chair. He felt his eyes start to water, and shut them tight. He took the letter and put it under the cushion on his chair. Ellis heard his mother coming down the hallway and he climbed into bed and closed his eyes.
Ellis heard his door opening. For a moment he heard nothing, then a sigh, and then a click as the lights went off. The door was closed and there was silence.
Ellis walked down the corridor. ÃÂMum?ÃÂ he called. ÃÂDaddy?ÃÂ He opened the living room door.
His mother grabbed hold of...