Your No Longer Son
Hi, how are you. It’s your son whom you love and adore. To bad that’s not true. I’m not even sure I can call you dad. I just want you to know, you may have been escorted out but you left me long before that. You probably remember all those good times we had together, you know, the ones that don’t exist. But that’s fine. I remember it all. The black eyes, the lies, the crack in the wall when your palm met my face. Remember when you were so drunk we thought you died? Probably not. The hangover spared you that pain. Remember when trapped my sisters and I had to kick the door in. Or when you held me as your hostage. I want you to know, I pray for you. I care for you. Always have, always will. Your in my dreams sometimes. You’ll always have your impact on me, I just hope I can save myself before I become a monster like you. It’s funny, the fondest memory I have of you is when you lost it all in court. I hope one day I have a chance to forgive you and maybe even show you my love and care and what it truly should look like, but until that day, we just have my memories of you. I’ll remember you always.
-your no longer son