Dear Godfather...

U were different. It was ur first crime but when u killed those bastards, I felt the act was justified.

U fled; u betrayed me. U married that Sicilian gal, I kept on understanding u.

U came back, took over the business, convinced me, massacred ur enemies - n again the act was justified.

U killed your bro-in-law and dared to became Godfather of Connie’s child... So I asked u the ‘Truth’ and u said its not true.

Dear Godfather Michael Corleone, I love u and I hate myself for not being able to hate u… I am ur audience, u can call me Kay.