To my absentee father š¤ [task 8]
Iāve had a lot of time to think about how poorly our last encounter went, and Iād be lying to myself if I said I wasnāt disappointed. You can deny it all you want, but it doesnāt change the fact that you are my dad⦠Biologically, anyway.
I get why youāre scared. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. Mom would know. Sheās been raising me on her own for the last fifteen years. I canāt say that Iāve made it easy for her⦠Then again, I hear teenage parenting is hard even when both parents present. All in all, I think mom did a pretty good job. I might give her attitude from time to time, but I know sheās doing the best she can. I admire her for that⦠For giving up her hopes and dreams to make sure I have everything I could ever want. Sheās a good egg, pops. You really missed out.
The purpose of this letter isnāt to lecture you though. Quite the opposite, actually. Itās to try and connect with you⦠To learn about the man who is responsible for my existence. We donāt have to pretend to be this perfect father/daughter duo they make movies about. Iām not reaching out because Iām looking for money or trying to use you as a way to get back at mom for pissing me off. I just want to get to know you. I mean I am half you, ya know. After fifteen years you canāt really blame a kid for being curious.
Mom likes to tell me how similar we are⦠me and you. She thinks I look like you⦠That I have your eyes and your smile. I wouldnāt know. I guess I was too busy crying when we met that I didnāt notice. Thanks for that, by the way. I donāt usually break that easily, if at all.
I know things were said that canāt be taken back, but Iād like to start over with a clean slate. I forgive you for not being there for me when I was growing up. None of that matters now. I canāt exactly hold a grudge against you when I donāt even know your side of the story, which I'd love to hear by the way.
You donāt know this about me yet, but Iāve taken an interest in music and I write my own songs⦠Most of them are about you. My absentee father. Donāt worry⦠I left your name out.
I donāt think I have any real talent, but I started playing open mic night at Deja Vu. Drunk people will clap for anything and they leave a pretty decent tip. That reminds me⦠The owner thinks Iām 21. Donāt tell mom unless you want to be responsible for my murder.
Hear me out... If you give me one night to get to know you, to ask you five questions, Iāll never bother you again. Thatās it. One night. Not even⦠A couple of hours, tops. If you give me that youāll never have to hear from me again. Sounds like a pretty good trade off if you ask me.
The next open mic is this Friday at 10. Iāll be there whether you show up or not, but I really hope you do.
Please, Cash. Just think about it.