I only wanted to know my daughter.

I wanted to hear your voice.

I wanted, before I died, to spend even a little time near the person I had wronged more than anyone else on this earth.

And in the two years we spent together, listening to jazz and watching the sunset and arguing over the chessboard, I found a grace I had no right to and will never deserve.

You gave your friendship to a lonely old man, never knowing he was the author of every hardship in your life.