Father,
I live a comfortable life. A life of privilege. My career as a ... an adventurer has granted me the power, prestige, and wealth I have always desired.
And I have done it without your help.
Yet, I confess a strange emptiness, knowing as I do that you are gone from this world -- for no other reason than because I desire to flaunt my success. You poor fool, dying as I always knew you would, helpless to save your family. You needed me. You needed my help, because you were too weak.
I will be attending a fine performance tonight, and though I go alone, I will likely try to imagine your presence there beside me. And I will laugh, and laugh, and laugh at the thought that you were wrong about me.
Congratulations on "raising" a fine, fine son, you worthless bastard.
-=- Urik Tharsival -=-
About the Author
- Jason
- Jason lives in the heart of the great beast known as 'Oregon' with his beloved girlfriend and a crazy but loveable cat. He has no children, which is probably for the best.
1 comment:
He's SUCH a DOUCHE! Arrrrgh, but I love it! I think I'd honestly hit the guy!
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