Post by Zan Kirks on Nov 9, 2012 0:25:48 GMT -5
It was getting late, and the sun was starting to set when, Zan sat down under a tree and pulled the letter out of his pocket. His dad had brought it home from work that afternoon, along with a letter addressed to him. He had never gotten person mail at work before, but the person who sent them had never met them and was unable to track down their home address. Zan and his dad had shared their letters with each other and were both a little bothered by them.
Zan’s dog, Keiko, sat down next to him. Zan scratched him behind his ear, as he started to read the letter again, although he was still trying to get over reading it the first time.
Dear Zan,
You’ve never met me, but I am the biological father of you and your mother. I would like to apologize to you for the way she treated you because, although I didn’t know that you existed, I feel partially responsible for what your mother did to you.
About sixteen years ago my wife died. A few weeks later I was watching my teenage daughter cooking dinner, which was one of her mother’s chores, and I had felt a strange attraction towered her. I asked her to sleep in my bed with me that night and I acted on it. This went on for about a week until she called the cops on me.
A few months later, a police officer visited me in prison and informed me that she had ran away from her foster parents and wanted to know if I had an idea of where she might have gone. I suspected that she had gone to my vacation cottage that she had always loved, but I didn’t tell them that. I knew that she would be safe there and that she knew where I hid hundreds of dollars worth of savings that she could live on for a while. She was responsible enough to take care of herself, but not of another person. If I had known she was pregnant then I probably would have reacted differently.
About a month ago, I was released from prison. I tracked my daughter down only to find out that she was in another prison. I visited her and she told me that she was in prison because of me because I created you and she was arrested because of what she had been doing to you. She claimed that she was an abusive and neglectful mother and that she beat you, whipped you and that she sometimes wouldn’t feed you for days. I’m sorry.
If you are wondering how I found you, your mother had to give consent for you to get adopted a few years ago and remembered that name of your adoptive father. I looked him up on the internet and, after hours of searching, was finally able to track him down. I hope you are living a better life now.
It gave his address and asked if he would please reply. Zan didn’t want to, but his father had tried to encourage him to and Zan was starting to think that maybe he should. He knew that his dad would reply to the letter he got.
Zan sat there, thinking about his mother, until he started to cry. Keiko put his head on Zan’s lap, obviously knowing that something was wrong. “You don’t have to worry about me Keiko” he whispered, stroking him. “That’s mine and dad’s job.” He wiped his face with his hand even though it just kept on getting wetter.
Zan’s dog, Keiko, sat down next to him. Zan scratched him behind his ear, as he started to read the letter again, although he was still trying to get over reading it the first time.
Dear Zan,
You’ve never met me, but I am the biological father of you and your mother. I would like to apologize to you for the way she treated you because, although I didn’t know that you existed, I feel partially responsible for what your mother did to you.
About sixteen years ago my wife died. A few weeks later I was watching my teenage daughter cooking dinner, which was one of her mother’s chores, and I had felt a strange attraction towered her. I asked her to sleep in my bed with me that night and I acted on it. This went on for about a week until she called the cops on me.
A few months later, a police officer visited me in prison and informed me that she had ran away from her foster parents and wanted to know if I had an idea of where she might have gone. I suspected that she had gone to my vacation cottage that she had always loved, but I didn’t tell them that. I knew that she would be safe there and that she knew where I hid hundreds of dollars worth of savings that she could live on for a while. She was responsible enough to take care of herself, but not of another person. If I had known she was pregnant then I probably would have reacted differently.
About a month ago, I was released from prison. I tracked my daughter down only to find out that she was in another prison. I visited her and she told me that she was in prison because of me because I created you and she was arrested because of what she had been doing to you. She claimed that she was an abusive and neglectful mother and that she beat you, whipped you and that she sometimes wouldn’t feed you for days. I’m sorry.
If you are wondering how I found you, your mother had to give consent for you to get adopted a few years ago and remembered that name of your adoptive father. I looked him up on the internet and, after hours of searching, was finally able to track him down. I hope you are living a better life now.
It gave his address and asked if he would please reply. Zan didn’t want to, but his father had tried to encourage him to and Zan was starting to think that maybe he should. He knew that his dad would reply to the letter he got.
Zan sat there, thinking about his mother, until he started to cry. Keiko put his head on Zan’s lap, obviously knowing that something was wrong. “You don’t have to worry about me Keiko” he whispered, stroking him. “That’s mine and dad’s job.” He wiped his face with his hand even though it just kept on getting wetter.
