BRIAN
I open the letter and it reads:
“My son, Brian…”
I can not help closing the letter as I am in complete shock. This can not be and then I shake my head, opening the letter again.
“…I know that I could not be the father that you so rightfully deserve but I want you to know that I have been there for everything even though you did not know that. I remember your first steps and your first time on your bicycle. I remember your first day of school and your prom which we will not talk about. All I have to say about that is that you should have treated your date better…”
I can not help swallowing deeply as I realize that he knows more than what he should. I remember how I was a real asshole to my date. I think I had just one too many that night. I eagerly read more.
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