Father, I have often thought of you as I have grown up. I wish that you were still here to show me how to behave with honor and strength, but those days are lost to the horde of suitors who have overrun our house. These men shame your memory, make a plaything of my mother, and I cannot bear it. It is as if I myself were being disrespected. Now you are gone, and I must step forth to find some news of you. I am full of both hope and doubt. I hope that you are still alive and will return to claim your home and family, but I know not where to look. The world outside of our island is very large, and travelers do not return. I feel some fear at the thought of this journey, but not as much as my love and respect for you swamps out. I will do my best to find the truth, at any cost to myself, for our family, and our home. With all my heart, Telemachus
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