One or Two Things I Know for Sure

Chapter 14 Letter (1)

Dad,

I can honestly say, with every truth in my heart, that you are in fact a jackass.

Now I know you are probably laughing your head off while Mom gives this one of her 'looks', as if I am standing right there and actually getting punished for this. But hey, she was the one who told me to always tell the truth so, though.

Sorry Mom.

I know a lot of people will be shocked that I called my own father an ass-really just the ones who have never met you-but they haven't heard my reasoning for it yet.

I mean, there aren't a lot of father's out there who purposely calls his kid to talk about the bird and the bees, because he knows that they are finally getting to second base. Nice old man. Do you have any idea how horrible it was to hold that conversation? You probably do, which is why you did it.

I remember when you would let me borrow the 'vette, because you knew there was only a bare minimum of gas left and I would need to stop by and fill the tank, you were smart enough to make me agree that first time that I would have to return it with a full tank.

You who use to make me go to school every day, I still have those perfect attendance records, even though you put up a fight about going to work every morning.

You were the guy who thought me that even though I was bigger than all my sisters, they could and would, beat my sorry little ass. You were the one who never allowed me to hit back, looking back I know it was a good thing, but still.

I can't say that everything you did was horrible, after all everyone has to have a good point, or so Mom tries to make everyone believe.

I mean the bike you got me for graduation was pretty awesome, and I know the fight Mom must have put up about it.

Like, when you thought me how to play lacrosse even though it killed your leg to do so. I remember your face there for every game. I'm sure it was just an excuse to escape Aunt Lisa, but I have to say you were the only Dad to go to every game since middle school.

The monster truck shows and wrestling were as awesome as the concerts you took me too. I mean, it had to be kind of difficult to have done something special with each of us.

You use to make us all laugh even though you were pointing fun at one of us at any given time, but that in its own weird way just pushed us to work harder.

I mean don't get me wrong, you are still a jackass. But, you are my jackass of a father and I'm pretty glad of that.

Now before you get all teary eyed-is Mom in hysterics yet?-I will tell you that I love you. In some weird, psychotic way mind you. You are my Father and I am your spitting image, I couldn't be like the girls and just get your eyes huh?

Happy Father's Day Dad,

Caleb James House.

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First I would like to thank everyone that's keeping up with this story, I'm glad that you are enjoying it and reviewing. I would like to tell Shila, who sincerely left me a review I'm not sure if was an insult or a compliment, that you shouldn't put things out there if you don't know where I'm taking the story yet. I had the idea about adding a boy to the mix for a while; it just wasn't the time yet.

All in all, please review they make me happy!

I'll talk more about Caleb in the next few chapters or so.

Thanks

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