Glory and Gore

First Letter

hello,

you don't know who i am, but i know who you are. i am your son, stewart, and you are my daddy. mommy said that you did not even know i existed. she said i was a complete and total secret. she told me that you and her got pregnant with me, and she never told a single soul. she said it was to protect you, because she knew your mommy and daddy would kill you for "reckless behavior." whatever that means.

you must be very surprised. i bet you never even saw this coming. well, surprise! i'm here, and very much so alive.

you are probably wondering how she kept a pregnancy hidden from you, yeah? mommy told me that too. right as she took her test to see if she had a baby in the womb or not, it said yes she was pregnant. so only after about a month, she broke up with you, and made you leave and never look back.

she said it broke her heart to do this to you, and that she absolutely didn't want to. she said she regrets it, and that she is sorry. but apologies and band-aids can't fix everything right? especially a broken heart like yours.

moving away from this subject because it is getting a tad boring, i thought i might take the rest of this letter explaining some things about me.

my name is stewart and i am your son, (obviously). i am ten years old and in my spare time i enjoy reading books and going on adventures with my best friend, part-time stuffed toy koala steve.

when i was little, i had heart problems. it was really severe at one point and i nearly died. but thankfully a kind man named frank was thoughtful enough to donate his heart to me. he was dead when he did it, but mommy likes to say it's the thought that counts.

i suppose i'm okay now. it's just...i'm so lonely. mommy has me home schooled because she says it's better for my mind and healthier for my heart. and whenever i ask to go play with the other kids my age she says no because it might hurt my heart, and as you can relate, it is very hard to heal a broken heart.

with love,

                                                                                               your son,

                                                                                                stewart