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Dear Mr. Scott
Dear Mr. Scott,
You don't know me, but I know you. Not just because you're a famous basketball player, but because you're my father. I know its probably a major shock to you. My mom is Haley James Scott, you know the girl you married in high school, just so you know I'm not the result of one of your many one night stands. I just wanted you to know that you have a daughter, Sophia Joy Scott. I play basketball too, Haley says I'm just like you. I wanted you to know that even though I know you didn't know about me, I made it without you. I'm fine on my own, I don't need any of your money, I'm not in trouble, I don't need your help. I just wanted you to know about me.
Sincerely,
Sophia Joy Scott
She walks to the door slowly, not bothering to fix her hair, or pop a piece of gum in her mouth to hide the alcohol. She doesn't care anymore, she has no one to impress. She almost falls over as a result of shock or the alcohol she isn't sure.
He asks if he can see Sophia, she says she isn't here. He says he'll wait, if it isn't to much trouble, she says it isn't. They both know it's a lie.
So he waits, walks around the tiny apartment trying to get some understanding of a girl he has never met, and of one he once knew so well.