An Open Letter to My Daughter

Dear McKenzie,

I never know where to begin these letters. In the between times, a thousand themes swim in and out of my mind, and most of the about how much I will screw you up.

Your mother and I constantly worry whether or not we are doing right by you, whether or not you will be happy. Just speaking for the half I bring to the table, you come from some strange stock, and I see some of my bad traits manifesting themselves within you. Then again, perhaps, your mother and I are obsessing.

If there is one thing I want you to know, and I will try to let you know it every chance I have, it is that I love you.

Your father

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