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So, the other day, it happened. The condom broke. The pill failed. The universe aligned, or I was drunk, or it was really intense and I lost my control and... well, to make a long story short, she got pregnant and decided to keep the kid. I guess she paid attention in religion class and the whole "I don't believe in God" thing was just a phase. I barely feel like I know her anymore. But there it is. And there's my kid, Desmond Clark.
He's growing up so fast, I can barely recall his tiny little fists and the lemon fresh smell of that acrid hospital. I was so shocked there, that something like this would ever happen to me. Is he really my kid? From my loins? Did I really father that child? I couldn't help but wonder if I was staring at a baby manufacturing facility out of 1984 at the nursery. What mysterious forces were here at work to ensure the continuation of this atrocity? How am I ever going to support this child, and who has his mother become? I hate myself for it, but I can't help but feel like I'm just going to let this kid down the way my own father has. I have only questions, and no answers for anyone.
I'm so sorry Desmond. I'm so sorry.
He's growing up so fast, I can barely recall his tiny little fists and the lemon fresh smell of that acrid hospital. I was so shocked there, that something like this would ever happen to me. Is he really my kid? From my loins? Did I really father that child? I couldn't help but wonder if I was staring at a baby manufacturing facility out of 1984 at the nursery. What mysterious forces were here at work to ensure the continuation of this atrocity? How am I ever going to support this child, and who has his mother become? I hate myself for it, but I can't help but feel like I'm just going to let this kid down the way my own father has. I have only questions, and no answers for anyone.
I'm so sorry Desmond. I'm so sorry.