Real Father
Me
(°ᴗƪ) *opens door* How can I help you, young man?
(Holy resemblance, Batman! The guy looks just like me.)
( ﾟヮﾟ)/ Um, hi. Do you remember _____? Well, I'm her son. And... there's no easy way to say it so I'll just say it. I've found out I'm your son, too. So... hi dad.
(°ᴗƪ) My son?
(*・_・) Uh... yeah.
(Pause.)
(ノ；◇；)ノ My son! I have a son! *yanks me forward a few feet and hugs me until I think my head will pop off. At this point, the man is actually crying a few happy tears* I can't believe this! Let me buy you a drink! I want to hear all about you! *grabs his coat, closes the door, puts his arm around me, and leads me down the lane* "So, what's your name, son?
(°˛° ) Um... Corbin.
( ﾟヮﾟ)/ Oh, hello Mr. and Mrs. _____! Have you met my son, Corbin? I'm just about to go for a pint. Care to join us? *to me* They run a nice little bed and breakfast. *stops* But... where are you staying?
(°˛° ) Um... at the ______.
(°ᴗƪ) That won't do. You'll just have to come stay with me, in my guest room.
And we proceed to have a drink, where he asks me all manner of questions about myself and my whole life up until now, all joined by Mr. and Mrs. _____, who keep remarking that we look just alike.
He was surprisingly easy to talk to and I found myself telling him about my recent mental breakdown and therapy. Then I asked if he wanted to do a DNA test or something. He waved it off and told me he always wanted children, but he couldn't have any. So three years into his marriage, his wife left him. Then he laughed and said that this means it was her fault, the wretched old hag. Then he continued to ask me questions about myself and we spent the whole night at the local pub, at which point my therapist came looking for me.
Long story short, I'm staying in his guest room with my therapist in the one down the hall. And now my father either a) wants me to move here, or b) wants to move to Korea to be with me. Looking at the facts, moving here isn't a bad plan. I have a guaranteed job with the symphony, a change of scenery, my therapist will go wherever I go (because apparently, I am his full time client. Somewhat like having a live-in butler, but with less cleaning and more scolding), and maybe this is just what I need - a fresh start on life...
(Holy resemblance, Batman! The guy looks just like me.)
( ﾟヮﾟ)/ Um, hi. Do you remember _____? Well, I'm her son. And... there's no easy way to say it so I'll just say it. I've found out I'm your son, too. So... hi dad.
(°ᴗƪ) My son?
(*・_・) Uh... yeah.
(Pause.)
(ノ；◇；)ノ My son! I have a son! *yanks me forward a few feet and hugs me until I think my head will pop off. At this point, the man is actually crying a few happy tears* I can't believe this! Let me buy you a drink! I want to hear all about you! *grabs his coat, closes the door, puts his arm around me, and leads me down the lane* "So, what's your name, son?
(°˛° ) Um... Corbin.
( ﾟヮﾟ)/ Oh, hello Mr. and Mrs. _____! Have you met my son, Corbin? I'm just about to go for a pint. Care to join us? *to me* They run a nice little bed and breakfast. *stops* But... where are you staying?
(°˛° ) Um... at the ______.
(°ᴗƪ) That won't do. You'll just have to come stay with me, in my guest room.
And we proceed to have a drink, where he asks me all manner of questions about myself and my whole life up until now, all joined by Mr. and Mrs. _____, who keep remarking that we look just alike.
He was surprisingly easy to talk to and I found myself telling him about my recent mental breakdown and therapy. Then I asked if he wanted to do a DNA test or something. He waved it off and told me he always wanted children, but he couldn't have any. So three years into his marriage, his wife left him. Then he laughed and said that this means it was her fault, the wretched old hag. Then he continued to ask me questions about myself and we spent the whole night at the local pub, at which point my therapist came looking for me.
Long story short, I'm staying in his guest room with my therapist in the one down the hall. And now my father either a) wants me to move here, or b) wants to move to Korea to be with me. Looking at the facts, moving here isn't a bad plan. I have a guaranteed job with the symphony, a change of scenery, my therapist will go wherever I go (because apparently, I am his full time client. Somewhat like having a live-in butler, but with less cleaning and more scolding), and maybe this is just what I need - a fresh start on life...
So... thoughts?
Here's an update:
[Edit: He finally agreed to take a DNA test. I mean, we look incredibly alike, but I just want this confirmed. You never know when you might need it. Also, today, he showed me around the village and the surrounding area. We found a small house with a garden and lots of land (and some animals, too). It was for sale. He hinted at me buying or renting the place. I looked at it, loved it, and now I've just decided to live there. I gave the owners a ring. I'm renting it until I finish moving here and get settled in. Then, they've decided they'll sell me the house and all it's land. Awesome, right? Just did it on impulse. I feel like it was exactly what I was supposed to do.]
