Another birthday approaches. I thought you would be home by now, but you are not. You are still missing.
In your room, I see your toys. They call to me. The Lego’s you love so much, waiting for you to bring them to life again. The books I read to you and you had just started to read to me, before your mother kidnapped you from the only world you had known.
I am doing everything I know how to do, even when I feel I can’t try anymore. I get up each day and try some more.
Birthdays come and go.
My love for you will not cease.
I am your father.