Imagine if: It's about talking to my Roman Catholic church reverend father today about writing a letter.

By Osemudiabhen Okhuakhua · 5 segments · 3 contributors · 0 likes
A reflective conversation between a young person and their reverend father, centered on revisiting a long‑forgotten letter and the encouragement to write honestly about life.
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Imagine if: It's about talking to my Roman Catholic church reverend father today about writing a letter.

Imagine if: It's about talking to my Roman Catholic church reverend father today about writing a letter.

The air in Father Michael’s office was thick with the scent of old paper and furniture polish, a smell that felt like a century of whispered confessions. Sunlight, filtered through a leaded glass window, painted a mosaic of amber and blue on the worn oak desk. I sat across from him.

The air in Father Michael’s office was thick with the scent of old paper and furniture polish, a smell that felt like a centu

He smiled, then slid a vellum envelope across the desk, its seal already broken, as if waiting for the words I’d yet to speak.

He smiled, then slid a vellum envelope across the desk, its seal already broken, as if waiting for the words I’d yet to speak

Inside was a single sheet, blank except for a date written in the corner — nine years ago, in my own handwriting. Father Michael folded his hands and let the silence sit. “You started it here that winter,” he said; “I only ever kept the envelope.”

Inside was a single sheet, blank except for a date written in the corner — nine years ago, in my own handwriting. Father Mich

He pressed a fresh pen into my palm, whispering, “Write what you’ve lived, not what you’ve feared,” as the church bell tolled a distant, uncertain note.

He pressed a fresh pen into my palm, whispering, “Write what you’ve lived, not what you’ve feared,” as the church bell tolled
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