She'd tell you
That she terminated me
That she terminated
The pregnancy
Me
But...
That's not entirely true
Actually, it's not at all true
I'm just uncomfortable
Calling my biological mother
A total liar
But I guess she is
In that sense
She was a cheerleader
At Charlie's school
That's all I know about her
That she was a...cheerleader
And I guess
She became an interior designer or something
Which is fine
I mean, that's...
I kind of hoped
That my biological parents
Would be famous
I know, it's a sort of 'Orphan Annie' way of thinking, but...
I've always really liked performing
And my adopted parents were shy
So, I just thought...
Charlie didn't know about me
He didn't even know about the pregnancy
I only know what happened
Because I found my aunt
My biological aunt
And she gave me this box off stuff
My mother kept
While she was alive
She died when she was fifty
Of an undiagnosed heart condition
One of those fluke things, you know?
I got checked out for it
Once I found out
About the condition, you know?
But I don't have it
So maybe Charlie did?
Anyway, in the box was this diary
And that's how I found out about him
About Charlie
There was a story in there
About how he stood up for this waitress once
And how he was kind of cute
In a reserved sort of way
And that was all I got
I know you only wanted people to come here
And talk about him
If we actually knew him
But I didn't
But I'm his son
Isn't that weird?
Because I should be closer to him than anybody
Because I should have all sorts of stories about him
But...
I do have some ideas
Or, ideas about him, I mean
Based on, just, stuff
Inconsistencies
Like the whole performing thing
Even though my mom says that he kept to himself
Except for a stint in drama club
Which I guess didn't go too well
I wonder, like...
Like I like to write
Did he like to write?
Was he musical at all?
I play the cello
Was he terrible at math like I am?
Was he bad at making conversation like I am?
Was he scared of being irrelevant like I am?
Does any of that sound familiar?
I don't know if he was a good guy
Or a bad guy
But either way
I would have liked
To have known him
Maybe go fishing or something
I don't know
I had a good dad
The guy who adopted me
My father, he was--
He was a good guy
But it's natural to wonder
Why you are
The way you are
I'm sorry that I don't have a story about Charlie
Except for the ones I made up in my head
I'm sorry I can't offer you anything about him
Except that I'm his son
Mostly I just came to listen
To see if I could learn anything about him
About me
Mostly, I just wanted to hear about
What I missed
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