I just got a box and a letter sent to my door by the mailman. The mailman told me to sign for the package then said looking down, "I'm... sorry for your loss..." Then he left while looking back at me a few times. In a slight confused panic, I grabbed the box then put it in the middle of the living room floor then read the letter.
Dear, Little Prince,
If you are reading this then the worst has happend to me... and your cousin; the mailman have sent you my care package to you. I have joined a secret organization, a long with a few of my loyal friends, to defeat a treacherous group of American capitalist who invented and bombed my house only a few week after you left. I sacrificed myself to save my friends, our family, our beliefs and our country. But, hey it's alright, I know what you're thinking, and yes we were victorious over thoes capitalist! No one can beat this team of loyalty, respect and honor! See your old man still can win a fight and have a couple of laughs just ask the pals, their numbers are on the bottom they'll tell you what you want to know. I'm not the one who's keen on talking about about their past and adventures but my journals, along with many other things: like some of my most reliable weaponry and your lost baby pictures, will tell you more. Just like the left wing we'll always soare together, my son, always remember that. And I know this might sound queer but I'll always love you my little Prince, do me a favor and come to Cuba when you have the time and money and see me whenever you want to. Just follow the Mariposa and white ginger petals.
Love, King Dad, a.k.a 'The best dad alive!'
I shakenly put down the letter. I got a bottle of the strongest wine in my house and looked through the care package. And for the first time in foever.. I cried like the bitch that I am.
I need to take a walk..
