
I gave you a camping bear just like this one. I wonder if you still have it.
We were going to go camping together, but like so many of the things we were suppoosed to do, it never happened. I remember you were so excited about the idea. You drew a campfire and sticks with crayons and pretended that we were camping together. You said that you “wanted to roast weenies on the fire.” How much fun that would have been.
Oh, Lili. I’ll never give up on you until my dying breath. I pray every day that you will somehow recover your memories, that you will somehow cast off the fake, implanted memories of me given to you by “others,” and that you will truly remember what we shared together. Despite what those people did to you, I know that the bond between a father and his daughter lasts forever. It know it will for me, anyhow.
Waiting for you here to seek the truth of your life again.
You are always in my heart.
Love,
Your only father

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