"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’s been 21 years since you’ve passed. Every year I think to myself, what could’ve been if you were here with us all. I used to think if you ever knew of my existence. You left before I entered the world. Could you have not stayed longer? Could you have not begged the deities to let you stay just a little while longer?

All these years on that day, my sister would cry missing you, thinking about you. I never knew what it was like, to miss a grandfather. Yet in the recent years, my heart aches on that day every year. I cannot control the tears streaming down my face. I miss you grandfather. Is it even possible to miss someone I’ve never met? I guess it is. I cry thinking about the pain you’d gone through whilst alive, and it hurts to this day that I was never able to hug you or hear your voice, even once.

I hope you’re happy up there. Or wherever you are now. I miss you, very much.