When you cover truths with lies, the truth erupts like a volcano leaving many heartbroken. I guess that was my case. All my life I was told that my father was dead and he had died of a heart problem. Somehow he knew just the way to solve this pain it had left my mother. That was, to leave her letters and leave letters for me also, just so his memory would live on. I grew up thinking that he was the best father any one could ever have. I went to high school meeting so many folks who didn’t know their dads because he upped and left them. But I was fortunate to have a step-father who loved me as his own.
The letters my dad left for me each year made me happy. I looked forward to the letters more than I looked forward to the money. His letters were always light-hearted and I always rushed home to get to read it with my mom and Chris. I remember for my 6th birthday, Chris wasn’t there with us. I wasn’t mad. I was more upset because I thought I made him mad. I was never given a good reason as to why he was never around, but he’s been around ever since so I dare not dwell on the past.
Things did change however. My 16th birthday came and his letter ripped my heart to shreds. The truth finally came out. Now I wanted to get a gun and hold it to his head.
I don’t care if they come after me. My whole life they lied to me. My whole life they led me to believe that this scumbag was 6ft under.
My world was officially over.