He kept writing: that I was his favorite girl, I was brilliant, and I was the best daughter anyone could ever hope for. For a long time, that was all I needed. Until, of course, I needed more.
We were on opposite ends of this technological spectrum, but if we wanted to know each other, we would have to meet somewhere in the middle.
This was what he never got to do, be there for me in hard times. I could give him this.