
we are fourteen
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Dear Virat,
I'm alive; thanks to you.
I seriously can't thank you enough for saving my life last year.
I know it was stupid of me in the first place to try to kill myself. My dad would've never forgiven me for trying to do something as horrible as suicide.
Upon mom's insistence, I went to Dr. Advika for counselling, and I realised how stupid committing suicide is. She made me understand how ending my life wouldn't have ended my pain, rather, it would've invited pain to mom, you, everyone who loved me. And she wanted to thank you for saving me in first place. She thinks I was the best (and the cutest) patient she has ever met.
I'm sorry you had to read the last letter. I know it was smeared with my blood, and half-written because you opened the door and saved me from dying. It was the weakest and the most significant moment of life because I understood that you, Mr. Virat Prem Kohli, are my two a.m. friend, Virat. I can completely depend on you; be it cold, or you're asleep, or I've to get bailed out of jail or I am drowning. I can totally rely on you, on our friendship.
By the way, I still miss dad. But I try to think only of the good moments with him. How he used to hug me, and scoop me in his arms and waltz around the living room, acting like I was a helicopter. I think that was cutest memory of him and me.
And it was sweetest of you when you told me that Prem Uncle is not just your dad, that he's my dad too. I love spending time with you two. I love how we stroll during the night on the streets and crave on Chinese food without telling our mums. He is too young at heart just like us. And you're very, very lucky to have him.
But I'm very lucky to have you. Thank you for everything, Virat.
PS, my mom was wondering about what career I should opt for. I told her that I want to be an oncologist and terminate cancer so that no one faces the childhood I faced. No one loses a piece of themselves like I did. Mom told me that dad must be proud of me.
I really hope he is.
Love always,
Misha.
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