Glory and Gore

Second Letter

Salutations Stewart,

Wow. Just wow. Un-freaking-believable. Your mother is ridiculous. She had me bent on believing this entire time that she broke up with me and had sent me away, because it was something I had done to her, that caused so much emotional scarring and damage.

You don't even understand what it feels like to know that you have a child. A child that you can care for and protect, one that you can teach and raise, and most importantly, one that you can love so much. I can make you feel like they're the most important human being on the planet. This is fantastic news!

But putting all excitement aside, I need to make sure you are my child. It would be extremely embarrassing if this were some shameless prank, and I fell for it because I rushed to conclusions while trapped in this shocked stupor. So, I will be asking a few questions. I hope this is okay.

-What is your last name?

-What is your mother's maiden name?

-What is my name?

And lastly,

-How did your mother and I first meet?

I hope you don't find this too gruelling of a task to perform. If you are struggling with the answers to some of these questions, feel free to consult with your mother. I'm fine with that.

Okay, now that I have all of this introductory protocol laid out on the table, I can now resume to sharing some things about myself, just like you did.

I am a man. I am thirty years old. I currently live in Paris. I work as a police officer. One of my hobbies include painting and walking around experiencing nature's beauty.

I'm very sorry that this is so vague. I had to do this so I don't accidentally give away the answers to any of the questions I asked you! Once I've confirmed that you are my son, I promise to share more personal details about myself.

Au Revoir,

                                                                                            Your possible father