I carefully unwrapped the string. The paper covering what was held inside opened. Dust was released into the air again, but I just took a peek at what was inside. A dark black book sat in front of me. The leather protecting the old pages it held. Engraved in the title presented in the book was ‘The Illusion of Living’. I picked up the book and cleaned off dust covered signature ‘Joey Drew’. I gasped at myself for that name belong to my father. A man who was lost in his work. I never grew close to my father after mom divorced him and I never glanced at him again. He was a man of ideas and was a great father, but once he started to come home late and angered, mom was done with him. Now he sends me a package out of nowhere. To his only daughter who grew hate for him. What’s with you Joey?