One Million Tiny Things

Overnight Stardom

Hey Gertie,

Guess you watched the news. Good for ya!

It's good to see how many people care about us right now. Roughly around a hundred contacted me already, almost everyone from school, college and several places I used to work. I can guarentee most of them I haven't seen in years and never thought I'd ever meet again. Heck I've barely even spoken a word to some of them.

Weird how far people would go just to get the scope on the newest scandal, huh?

Weirder still the number of phone calls, texts and emails that have been blowing up my phone, that had been bone dry the day before, since the story aired on yesterday's news.

So you'd asked me how I was huh? How I was holding up? If I needed anything?

It is very touching Gertie, how much you care about your family. You have no idea how much it means to me. After all what is family for if not to care for each other. Right Gertie?

Just wondering where that care was all these years, while you lived the high life over there and completely turned your back on us.

Where on earth, was that concern when Mom was in hospital? When you didn't visit even once while she lay in bed year after year.

Where was it while our family business crashed? When I was homeless? When your own husband died and you couldn't even show up for his funeral? When you abandoned your own child and never once looked back?

Why now Gertie? Why suddenly after 10 years? Why create a Tsunami just as the water was settling under the bridge.

Is it remorse? Or guilt? Do you suddenly regret all the crap you threw at us? Do you want to come back and make it up to the family you abandoned, to the son you orphaned?

Or do you just want the inside scoop? Are you really that selfish that you'll put us through hell all over again just so you could be the first in your little group to know how the dashing Noah Green rose to overnight stardom? Would you really sell your son for a better seat in your trophy wife inner circle?

Do they even know that you have a son? That you had an endearing husband who looked after your child day and night, while you played folly, hopefully waiting for you to come back, always ready to welcome you with open arms, even after you reapeatedly cheated on him and eventually commited bigamy. Who knows, maybe you killed Keith, it would have been terribly benificial to ya and I'd never put it past you.

I really don't care what your intentions are. I honestly can't anymore. Everytime I try to justify your actions you throw something worse this way. So I've given up.

I care so little that I honestly didn't even read your letter. I had to burn it so that Noah doesn't see it.

The poor kid loved you ya know. Keith always made you sound like an angel and he believed every word. Even after Keith died he waited patiently for you to turn up, to come and take him back home. He asked questions everyday. What you looked like. What you were like, maybe if you finally turn up he can know you for the conniving witch you are. And most of all where you were and when his Momma was going to come back.

The past 10 years have been rough on him you know, especially after Kieth's accident. But I honestly don't know why I'm wasting my time telling you all this.  You probably know already, you've got a heart and brain same as anyone else haven't you? You don't care, typical.

I'm just writing to tell you that our dear president just approved more relaxed gun laws in the country. Afterall the poor like us have to eat something don't we? Accidental manslaughter while hunting deer is quite the trend down here, most because there is no penalty whatsoever.

You also need to know that I just got this super cool rifle with insta-death bullets. I couldn't try it on anything bigger than deer yet and I'm patiently waiting for something unwanted to show up in our yard.

So here's a piece of advice honey. It would be better for everyone one if you hung around with your picture perfect family in your golden neighbourhood because it would be a pity if you had to loose your nose sniffing down here.

Also remember that you hold no claim to Noah whatsoever. He's Keith's son and a part of our family unlike you. You lost that claim years ago when you left him in the cradle.

So if you know what is good for you stay away from him and let the poor kid enjoy the life he painstakingly built on the ruins you left. And don't make me do something you'd regret.

Bless your heart,
Veronica.