This Letter was not like you used to see in television series but the true letter from the heart of a young boy.By the time this letters reaches you, my physical body may have either been buried six feet below or lying in state in a funeral parlor receiving an empty and hallow words from a necrological service. But my letter will not be in vain if you print this letter in your column.
I was a teenage son of a high ranking govt. official and like most children of my age; I was left alone to manage my own life. My father was a famous and honest public official and there was no question about his integrity. Everybody knows that. My mother on the other hand may be bored not seeing my father except during curfew hours, joined in women group engage in civic activity. And nobody let at home to manage our young life except maids and dogs.
As a teenager, I almost have everything in life one would dream of and cherish, but one thing: parental love care and affection. Nothing in this world can replace in parents love and affection and I was absolutely and completely denied of that.
My father preach to his subordinates all morals and human values, about honesty and dedication to the service, but he never told me he had been remiss ti his children as a father. My father bailed me out when I went to jail, fix all crimes I was involved in and gave me money, car and bodyguard. He ask me several times what was wrong with me, but he never realize it was his reflection that I needed to straighten me out, not the earthly possessions, influence or power.
Hopeless as I was in this situation, I decided to wake him up from his endless loyalty and dedication to the government service, but it must be in a manner of a young but lost generation: death by means of drugs.
I still have my living sister and I dedicate my death to her. May she be given happiness that I utterly missed to my parents.
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