I found this letter that I wrote to my dad which he marked is from the time I was 9-10 but I believe I was 11-12 based off the “signature” at the end.
If I ever follow through with the plan I’ve been mentioning for years that is a comic about my father, I’ll translate it then.
Getting back things you’ve sent to loved ones after they pass is the most real lesson about humans, material possessions and death.
PS: I would’ve been offended had I known he boldly wrote over my “creation” with a blue pen no less. He would’ve mocked my silliness about it.