Dear Daddy
I dont know why I am writing you considering you are dead. But I wanted to know why you treated me and mama the way you did. I never thought we did anything wrong: all we wanted was for you to be happy. I guess you just were not happy enough, but neither were we. I want you to know that I blame you for mama’s death. I believe that you led her to take all those heart pills at one time. She didn’t want to feel the pain any longer. I actually don’t blame her for doing it. I guess I probably would have done the same if you treated me as badly as her. I want to know your reasoning behind your drinking and abuse. What led you to drink so much? What led you to be so aggressive? Why me? Why her? I don’t think you have any idea what you put me through. I have been through way more than you can imagine. Probably more than you could stand. But I want to thank you daddy, I want to thank you for making me so strong. Sincerely, Ellen Foster