"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It has been two years…almost three. You left me when I was a sophomore. I am now a senior in high school, and oh man would you be proud. You passed away and left me from this world that you called home. I remember your final moments. The last words you spoke to me…the last words to anyone ever. The last time you opened your eyes and looked at me…the last time you ever opened your eyes. The last time you smiled before you took that fall. I never imagined losing you until it happened. I remember when I would pick you up the floor so many times. You saying the words, “I’m Sorry,” over and over again. I never understood why until you were gone. I spent years thinking about those two cursed words. I always understood the apology, yet I never understood, why you said it. You went across the world multiple times to adopt. You gave your children a life we would never have. You saved two of us from death by adopting us. You raised and took care of us. Yet, you still apologized. It was the others who would deny you mocking and insulting you behind your back. I stood with you in the silence. It is I who am sorry. It is I who should have stepped in to defend you. I’m sorry dad.