I never knew my father. He was incarcerated before i was five for the murder of jonathan rivers. My mother while she was alive used to tell me how similar my father and i were. We even shared the same type of dyslexia. When i was six i found a drawing my father did just befor he got locked up. It was the only thing in the house left of my fathers and i hid it from my mom becouse she would throw away everything she found of his. my mother took her own life when i was ten. In the note she left she said she couldnt handle the stress anymore and that she had taken her life because i looked like my father, acted like my father and even sounded like him. That was all it said. At fifteen i scanned my fathers drawing on a computer at my grandmothers hosuse just in case i had lost it. As i sat there staring at the drawing i noticed scribbles on the page i had never seen before. I zoomed in closer. I saw letters. They were jumbled but i could read them fine. It was a letter to me from my father two days before he went to prison. It... beep beep beep...beep beep beep...and then i woke up...there was also a dream about beard hair on my tongue...
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 14:58:44 +0000
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