Dear Father

Come on! Please don't give me the silent treatment. You know I hate it.

It's so sickening, the silence. I can't bear the both of you not talking to me. I can see mom has started to make some attempts. She asked if I was hungry and cooked for me. I cried for atleast half an hour in my room after that because I realised that I actually craved for it, despite me being stubborn like I am.

But please understand. I don't want to stay here, I want to go out and study. Please.

James