Please 2

[psifi872]

Dear Dad,

I'm glad Mr. Taylor is letting me write to you again. Please be good. I want to see you. I love you, you know. These past couple of years have been hard, though Dr. Webber tried to give me updates about you, when she could. It's not the same as seeing you and I miss you.

I'm mad at you, though. They told me you BEAT Mr. MacGyver, that you tried to kill him! Dad, how could you do that?! He saved my life. You said that to me, that you couldn't have saved me from that Liu guy without Mr. MacGyver. And, now you try to kill him?

I don't understand. I'm not sure I want to. You gotta stop. You're the strongest person I ever met. I know you can stop, if you really try. It makes me sad that things have gotten bad between you and Mr. MacGyver. He seemed like such a great guy and I know you admire how smart he is. I'm trying to figure this all out, but none of it makes sense. Of all the people in the world, he and his friends are the last ones you should be hurting.

I mean, you shouldn't hurt anyone. Ever. Just, especially not them.

I'm okay. I do love you and I'll forgive you. Eventually, I guess. My foster family and I are okay. We came through the pandemic. We all got sick, but none of us had to be in the hospital. They didn't tell me, if you ever got sick or not. Anyway, I'm back in school. I won an art contest! I'll tell you about it later and send you pictures, if they let me.

I do love you, Dad, but you need to be good, okay?

Love,

Cassian