From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 2nd September, 1999 01:59 PM

Subject: You make me my eyes wet

Dear Sabrina,

I know you are alone, whatever I say. Even if I say, I am with you, we can't shut out eyes to reality. I know, you are alone. I am alone at night, in the office it is ok, there are friends but in late evenings, when I enter my room and switch the lights on, I feel I am alone.

But I have been staying away from my family since I was 15. I was in a lodge. I visited my family weekly. Now, I am used to long terms of isolation. But even then sometimes I feel like talking freely to someone. That is why I asked your phone number. And let me tell you one thing, you can call me whenever you want, regardless of the time, IF you want.

My sweeeet girl, don't cry, please. When you say that, it makes my eyes wet. I can't help thinking, it is all because of me. The pain in your stomach is from our child, who is not born. I will kiss your stomach, belly and ask the child not to disturb you. Why did you ask me not to touch you? Were you angry? No, I won't obey you. You are my kid. You can't turn away and shrink your legs. My kisses will open you up.

I didn't ask for help? In every letter, I am asking. But I don't know to ask and how to write...And you don't have to ask me for any help. If I can do anything, then I will do it, without asking me.

I too cannot write anything now. I am at a loss of words. I caught cold and fever yesterday. My head too is aching badly.

"He who waits longer gets the best." I waited for the best. And I found it, now in you...

Love

Your dad, your kid and yours only

Kamal