It’s a shame that, in the 21st century, there are men of my age who still do not know who fathered them.

Setting aside the moral issues, I need to know about my family medical history and bloodlines. What if, through twisted fate, my one true love were revealed to be my half sister? Or find out, while facing an ill-informed press, that I am the progeny of some great hero, or desperate criminal, and under the presumption of similar habits. At forty-eight, I still don’t know if I should be honoring the birth of a savior, celebrating the miracle of lights or dancing naked in the woods on the dark of the moon.

But morality has its part too. I never married. I have been very careful not to father a child… for, after all, what kind of man am I? In my cells and down in my secret soul, what would my child be destined to become? I have held the “nature versus nurture” debate my whole life and, I believe, I have been a good man. I am not deformed or handicapped. My brain functions at the level of my peers and my demeanor is such that I dare not speculate aloud that it is actually slightly superior. My development has been uneventful. I never had a stitch or broke a bone until I fell on my wrist two years ago. So, what was so bad about me that… he didn’t want me?

In trying to remain true to the idea I have of being a good man....



This story is now published.

It is available exclusively from Second Wind Publishing in their anthology "Change is in The Wind

"– which I highly recommend.

Find it at: www.SecondWindPublishing

.com

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Texte: @ NBC 11 / 2011
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.11.2011

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