Lori
Today my son talked to me about the one thing that I’ve tried to avoid for twelve years. His father. His no good, asshole of a father. I knew that would want to know all about him sometime, but I didn’t think today would be the day or any day, I guess. I just wasn’t expecting it but i don’t think I was prepared to ever expect it. He asked what he was like and what he looked like and I gave him the only picture that I had saved. It was of Frank when we met. Handsome, young. He had brown shaggy hair that was sort of long but not circular shaped like Josh’s. He was tall and skinny. He had on that cream dark colored coat over his gray hoodie with jeans and work boots. It was an old picture, but I had saved it just for the kids if they ever wanted to see him.
I also gave him the various letters that his father had sent him over the course of his absence. He had sent a total of like five letters to dwell in my closet never to be opened by me. I thought they might be birthday cards or something but I wasn’t sure.
That was all I could do. I don’t know if he’s opened them yet. He says he wants to find him after he graduates. I don’t know if I should let him. It can’t be safe. This can’t be normal. But he says he can’t live without knowing.
I like this Kelly, only thing to suggest is that you go through and read this aloud to yourself because there are some awkward moments where you left out or added an unnecessary word. Other than that I think that this good because it shows what the mother is thinking about the situation.
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