The letter you will read below is written by me, the mom, of our 2 year old toddler, Kristoff. It's me putting myself into his world and trying to see his dad and our whole situation the way he sees it.
Learning from what I can observe from him and from the experience we had as a family of a seafarer, this is the letter to our dear Daddy Mark.
First, thanks for being part of the good looks. Mommy says almost all of the people in grandmother's hometown thinks that I am your little replica. What I believe is I got this all from her. I think I've been brainwashed by mom, don't you think so?
Dad, I miss you a lot. Seriously. I know you left. I heard from mom that you work in a ship sailing all over the world. I didn't understand. I still don't. What I only know is that you are not here with us.
But I see you in mom's little TV sometimes - the one where she can put all her fingers and press and press until the TV displays many things I still cannot explain (It's where I watch Bingo, Hickory Dickory Duck, Twinkle Twinkle Litle Star, and a lot more).
It makes me think that you live in that little space. That's why every time mom opens her little TV, I just stand or sit nearby or lie down on the bed waiting for her to call me when you appear on the screen.
And I get very excited every time. So when she doesn't call me, I go to her and sit on her lap and wait with her.
Then, there you are. My daddy! Smiling at me and it warms my heart.
I want to show off to you my best learned skills knowing that it's not every day that you get to see me.
Remember the time when we played peek-a-boo? How about when we exchanged flying kisses together?
And then, that time when I told you avavuu...? Sorry dad, I still can't clearly say it, but it means so much to me. I get kisses from mom when I tell her that. Then that must mean very nice so I'm telling it to you, too.
I touched your face. I heard mom telling you "He wants to touch you". Your face was hard. Then I realized it's not real. It's not my daddy's face, but only the little TV.
One time, at the living room, mom was teaching me to say mama, mommy, papa, and daddy. I repeated all, except for the daddy. I saw mom's face amused. If only I can explain to her that the word daddy means so much for me. I only use it when I see your face - in pictures, or in that little TV.
Mommy knows my hobby is kissing your picture after watching the videos that I like before going to sleep.
Mom said you will be coming home again very soon. I'm excited to see you again.
I love it when you tickle me from my armpit down to my tummy and in almost every part of my body. Let's do it again dad.
Thanks for sailing around the world. I heard that you are doing it for the good of me and mom and for my future younger brothers and sisters (I never wished to be an only child).
Thanks for being my daddy,