Damon thought about his father as he sat on the park bench he never really understood the why he often put so much pressure on him and always dotted on Stefan. "Why did that man always show him such compassion where I was always the son that could do nothing but wrong?" These were the questions he often asked himself when he would think of his father. Maybe it was because they were nothing alike or because he was not obedient like Stefan the so called good son. It was ironic he found a letter that his father had written to him only week after his father's death and in the century and a half he was alive he never opened it but now he had come to his decision that he would read it. With that he took out the old letter and began to read it.
Dear Damon,
If you are reading this it means that I am dead I wanted to tell you something but my son that I never really had the chance to when I was alive. It's that I'm proud of the man you became even though I was not happy with your choice to desert the southern military and called you a deserter like your brother said you left the war on principle though I suspect that also played a hand in your decision I can respect your desire to stand true to your principles and ethics.
This brings me to the truth of why I wrote this even though I fought with you constantly I saw something in you that was foreign in your brother a fire that drove you to live and to keep on living a fire that guides you to do the right thing. Your brother though I love him to is naïve and easily shuns the idea of the impossible being real not like you who understands that in the world there are things you can possibly imagine that may or may not be real. You Damon are the one that knows me best and therefore I leave the estate to you the son that I secretly loved and respected the most.
With Love,
You're father
As Damon read this a tear came from his eye and he put the letter back in his pocket and left.
