Dearest Father

Dearest Father,
I am writing to you on behalf of my hurting heart and confused mind. I know earlier you had said, “Tis told me he hath very oft of late, given private time to you, and you yourself, have of your audience been most free and bounteous.” I know that I previously said Hamlet offers much affection but it is not in the way you think. It is the love of friendship and I miss that. You also say I act like a foolish little baby, but father I am not your little girl anymore. I am grown up and as much as I respect you I am having great difficulty agreeing with your suggestions. As I mentioned before he is constantly talked about in an honourable way but again you didn’t seem to listen to me; your one and only daughter. But father if it is your wish I will stay away from my loving Hamlet and you will see the agony and sadness in my eyes every day.

Love your dearest, Ophelia