Diary of a Royal Footstool

by maybeillbebaldo

It's officially been a week since I began my life of forced servitude. If you had told me my occupation in life would be footstool to a lumbering fire-breathing turtle, I would have laughed until my sides split. The truth of the matter is that is exactly the turn my life took. Before I became ottoman for Bowser- King of the Koopas, I was just a regular 12 year old boy living in PA.

51. Chapter 51

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!

ENJOY...

DAY 747-

It's been a little over a week since Ultimate Count Down attacked and Master Kamek sent me to King Koopa's room. I know technically I didn't do anything wrong and could leave whenever I wanted. However, I was relieved to be away from everyone for a while. I found myself mourning for Jimmy crying a bit too often and I don't know why.

He was my enemy and tried to kill me multiple times (Not to mention it started well before Count Down manipulated his mind). First was in the forest when he threatened to kill me when I refused to leave Loki behind. Next he tried running me through a couple times in the arena. (Granted he thought he'd be freed if he killed me) but still.

Despite those attempts on my life, I still grieved the mushroom. Recalling his face when we finally made it through that maze only to disappear into the lava pool melted any rage toward the fungus into friendship or maybe respect's a better word.

Sitting on my king's stone balcony, I lost track of time staring at the red glow at the bottom of the volcano. I know it wasn't possible considering we were 50,000 feet from the lava pool but I felt my thoughts and myself reflected back at me as clearly as looking into placid lake water.

"Goodbye, Jimmy," I whispered returning into King Koopa's bedroom.

"Who's Jimmy," a gruff voice bellowed stopping me in my tracks.

Excitement welled up inside of me becoming uncontrollable. "My King," I exclaimed as my body leapt on its own embracing King Koopa. "I've missed you sire."

The giant turtle remained silent and still. Unsure how my outburst was being received, I slowly eased my embrace only to find King Koopa return one of his own. I felt my back crack when he squeezed. "Welcome home," I whispered.

"Thank you, Footstool," his response sounded sincere until he finished saying, "but I thought I told you before that you need to squeeze harder if you're trying to make me pass out."

I laughed finally being released. "It's good to see you, sir."

"So, who's Jimmy," King Koopa repeated the original question.

"Master Kamek's servant," I answered.

"Ah, the mushroom," King Koopa walked over to his chair. "Kamek told me what happened and how Morton protected the castle from Count Down" finishing the sitting motions.

I knelt in front of King Koopa reflexively. Unsure whether Kamek mentioned anything about my involvement or not since I'm technically still a slave in the wizard's eyes.

"The mushroom ended up believing in your vision, sire, and gave his life protecting me and your dream." I felt my king's heels rest against my back deciding to leave out any details of my involvement. "Jimmy died a true Darklandian."

King Koopa ordered two cups of tea and sat contemplating what I told him after passing me a cup. It's been sometime since I held my king's weight. Relief washed over me as he didn't feel any heavier pressing down on my back. Instead King Koopa's presence felt as natural as a backpack or my koopa shell.

"I'll let Sheila, Ed, Simon, and Bain know," King Koopa finally responded. "We will remember Jimmy as a citizen and honor him as a fallen hero."

"Thank you, my king," I answered feeling closure for the first time since Jimmy's death. It's as if I can start moving forward again.

King Koopa removed his feet from his footstool's cushion placing his cup on the princess statue. "Listen, Footstool," King Koopa sighed heavily lowering a couple pieces of paper in front of my face. "You wrote these."

Morton's hero essay and my essay appeared in front of my eyes. Honestly, I panicked a little bit. "No, sir, Prince Morton wrote this one," I pointed to the top of the page. "It has his name-."

"Don't lie to me," he interrupted. "I know your tell so don't make me repeat myself."

I froze. I knew my king can tell when I'm lying but this essay was the reason I broke in the first place. I shut myself off from the world for several months backing away from Morton and my friends. This was a precious show of affection from one of his kids. I didn't want to ruin it again by insulting my king angering him again.

"Yes, sire," I answered the only way I could think of.

"Footstool, sit up and face me," he ordered. I complied scrambling onto my knees before the king. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You were so proud of Prince Morton, I didn't want to ruin the sentiment you felt behind the essay," I explained as honestly as I could. "I was worried I'd hurt your feelings if I had."

King Koopa and I stared at each other for a few moments before a smirk creased his beak. "I can't believe it," he grumbled turning to his table. "You were right."

"Sire," I questioned.

"Princess Toadstool, two more cups of tea and a lava cake please," King Koopa asked.

"At once my king," the table replied.

"King Koopa," I asked receiving another cup of tea. "How did you find out I wrote both hero essays?"

"When I returned to the castle," he answered slicing the lava cake. "After Kamek briefed me on the clock incident, I asked…
"Kamek, why did you fail, Footstool, on this," King Koopa stated presenting me the made up essay. "Kamek read the paper and said that wasn't the paper you turned in.
"Waving his wand, Kamek summoned your actual assignment," King Koopa reported handing me a slice of cake. "Oh Kamek makes copies of all the test and assignments. You're not failing Koopa School.
"He keeps the original work and gave you copies with failing grades just to mess with you," King Koopa started laughing smugly. "Honestly I didn't think Kamek had it in him.
"He really mustn't like you," my king looked me in the eye only to breakout into another fit of laughter.

It was my turn to laugh. That scenario never crossed my mind. "I'll admit. Master Kamek got me good."

"Yeah," King Koopa started laughing even harder. "It's funnier the more I think about it."

While my king continued delighting in Kamek's disastrous deed, I pulled the invitation from my shell. "Um sire," I held the letter in my hands. "When Count Down controlled Jimmy, they hid this letter from you." I extended the invitation toward him. "They were hoping to end the war.
"It was open when I found it, sire, and I read it," I confessed when he took the envelope. I felt like I violated his trust. "But I didn't let anyone else see it sir."

"Hmm," King Koopa mumbled to himself. "So it's true. Princess Toadstool actually sent me an invitation to her birthday." King Koopa made eye contact with me. "Thank you, Footstool."

"Y-you're welcome," his tone was so heartfelt that I was thrown off guard. "I'm sorry you didn't get to go."

"Oh, I went," King Koopa answered matter of fact.

"Oh, you got the invitation after all," I asked a little relieved.

"No," he responded nonchalant, "I kidnapped her."

I laughed. "You kidnapped Princess Toadstool on her birthday?"

"Well, I really needed to see her," King Koopa answered smugly. "It's kind of our thing."

I couldn't keep myself from laughing at his smugness. So many questions rushed into my head for the king but I refrained from asking trying to keep the conversation going as naturally as I could. It's been months since King Koopa and I had any meaningful conversation going back even before he left the castle. I didn't want to rush through it.

"Did you take the Clown Copter," I asked knowing the answer.

"No, I took my Doom Ship," King Koopa responded casually. "With so many guests around the Mushroom Kingdom, it would have been too difficult to get Princess Toadstool to sneak away.
"Luckily it was an outside event, so a handful of soldiers in the square were enough to cause a distraction to draw her guards away," King Koopa explained, "allowing me to nab my queen."

"That's good," I replied then asking, "were the soldiers able to get away unharmed?" The concern was noticeable in my voice since I knew the Mario Brothers were not opposed to killing Koopa Troopas.

"Yeah," King Koopa said. "I released a firework signaling them to return to the Darkland after I grabbed the princess. They all made it back safely."

I exhaled a sigh of relief knowing none of them ended up like Loki. I was especially glad since my king was the aggressor in this incident. "Where did you take Princess Toadstool sire?"

"Recalling our conversation about tea, I took her to our Ice Land fortress," King Koopa answered, "Once we got there, I asked if she wanted a cup of tea.
"She said 'NO' of course all huffy like. I thought maybe you were wrong Footstool," King Koopa frowned a bit. "But she considered it a moment and said maybe later."

"Princess Toadstool may have been a little upset you kidnapped her again," I answered.

King Koopa shrugged waving off my comment. "I figured as much so I didn't press the issue. I gave her a couple hours to calm down a bit.
"When I returned to the room again, I apologized for kidnapping her," the turtle recounted his story. He looked at me continuing, "then I thanked her again for helping me repair my footstool.
"You were onto something Footstool," King Koopa smirked at me. "Those words 'Please' and 'Thank you' seem almost as powerful as any one of my magic spells. Princess Peach froze in her tracks whenever I used them and they helped defuse her anger every time."

'Of course mannerisms are disarming coming from a Tyrant' I said in my head while laughing out loud. "Well that's only because you didn't use them before," I smiled adding, "they also vary in effect depending on how they're used."

"How so," Koopa's eyebrow furled. He seemed genuinely interested in an explanation.

"If they are used too much, they'll lose their meaning and sometimes depending on the tone, they may actually come across sarcastic or insulting," I was trying my best to explain it to myself too. It's actually pretty hard putting my thoughts into words. "That's what happened in my world.
"Most people use those words reflexively without putting any thoughts or emotion into them," I said seeing King Koopa intently listening. "It's rare nowadays but if said in the right tone, the sincerity behind the emotion travels with the words and are what actually catches the person off guard.
"I can only imagine the honesty your 'Thank You' carried to Princess Toadstool's ears," King Koopa sat back silently mulling over my explanation. I hope that it made as much sense to him as it did in my head. I finished asking, "Did she say anything back?"

My king smiled happily placing his right hand on his left shoulder. "She touched my arm here and smiled saying that 'she was glad she could help.'" Suddenly King Koopa's face turned bright red recalling the actually memory.

"So you pulled away since you got all flustered," I said seeing him get worked up again. "We can stop talking about this if you'd like sire."

"No, no," he responded taking a couple deep breaths. "It's good to have someone to talk to about this kind of stuff, Footstool."

Foolishly, I thought King Koopa was telling me all this as a friend but then he just reminded me that I'm just a piece of furniture. 'Well at least he's talking to you again' my head told me. I laughed softly asking, "How did you manage to calm down at the castle?"

"I started reading the essays," King Koopa held one in each hand. "I read the one about your father to calm down and Morton's to work up some more confidence.
"That's when I made the mistake of letting my guard down," he sighed. "I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Prince Peach must have seen the papers over my shoulder and asked what I was reading."

My jaw dropped while he looked at me shaking his head. "Oh, no, what did you tell her?"

"The truth. I cannot lie to my queen," King Koopa responded looking at the essays. "When I told her I was reading an essay from my son and footstool, she asked if she could hear them."

"And then what happened," I blushed feeling a bit nervous. I felt embarrassed at the thought of Princess Toadstool hearing both essays.

"I read them to her naturally," he sighed again. "After I read both Hero essays to her, she looked at me with an awkward smile and sad eyes.
"I was so proud of the essays so her look confused me," King Koopa continued, "so I asked her what was wrong."

I had a general idea where the conversation was going and felt bad for my king. "What was her response," I asked rhetorically.

"She asked if I was sure my son wrote that essay and she continued when I raised my eyebrow," he explained. "She said it sounded like they were written by the same person.
"I asked her how so," King Koopa sighed at the hero essays again. "She answered because both essays said that I made them feel like more than a slave.
"I must have continued looking confused because Princess Toadstool held my hand when I looked at the Hero essay," he looked at the hand holding Morton's essay. "She asked gently. Do your kids really feel like slaves?
"I tried coming up with a reply but couldn't think of any explanation that would convince me, let alone Princess Peach," King Koopa frowned. "I decided then and there to ask Kamek about your essay."

"I'm sorry my king," I responded sincerely. "I'm sorry if it ruined your experience with Princess Toadstool and your feelings toward the essay."

King Koopa closed his eyes waving off my apology. "It's not your fault and didn't ruin anything." He reopened his eyes continuing after locking with mine. "It's true that I was disappointed that Morton didn't write it.
"However, my feelings toward the essay didn't change. How could they," he asked looking at the original essay. "My footstool not only considered me his hero but refused to take credit for it in order to avoid hurting my feelings.
"Honestly the worst part about everything," King Koopa continued his explanation, "I nearly bit your head off for it." His eyes became apologetic and in a sincere tone. "Footstool, I am sorry for attacking you."

"I already know sire," I replied. "You didn't need to apologize."

"No, I did," he responded back a couple tears dripping from his eyes. "I never apologized for the pain and terror I instilled in you, Footstool."

Standing I gripped King Koopa's muzzle pulling the turtle so we were face to face and eye to eye. "I forgive you, Bowser, King of the Koopas." I held him watching a fresh batch of tears stream down his face when he closed his eyes. I waited until he reopened them. "Thank you, my king."

I felt the tension leave his body. Whatever guilt he held contained within him over that time in our lives, changed into relief that escaped in a steady stream flowing from his eyes. Not heavy enough to disrupt King Koopa's breathing creating snot, (you know nose tears) but constant enough to know the waterworks could not be simply turned off. The fluid was warm and steady enough to soak through my gauntlets.

"Thank you, Footstool," King Koopa replied when I released my hold. My king pulled back in his chair wiping his eyes with his arms in between a couple deep breaths attempting to turn off the valve.

"What did you end up telling, Princess Toadstool," I asked pulling the roll of toilet paper and hoped returning to his story would help dry his eyes.

King Koopa ended up using the whole roll of paper. "Funny thing is a knock came from the door interrupting our conversation and Jorook from the Hammer Brother division entered wheeling a cart with a wrapped item on it.
"She apologized for disturbing us but said she brought my present for Princess Toadstool from the cargo hold," King Koopa's hand showed how tall the item was. "Luckily her interruption ended the previous conversation so I never gave Princess Peach an answer and she never brought it up again."

"Well that's good of her to let it go," I said. "I see why you love her."

"Her magnificence knows no bounds," King Koopa replied then his eye squinted at me. "Also, the present helped since both of our faces were filled with surprise.
"You got me a present, Princess Toadstool asked me excitedly," King Koopa continued his story. "Naturally I said 'Yes' after dismissing Jorook.
"Then she said something I wasn't expecting," King Koopa paused a moment holding the invitation. "So you did receive my birthday invitation! I thought it might have gotten lost in the mail since I kidnapped her today.
"I froze for a second before coming up with a semi honest answer," he explained with a smirk. "Of course I did.
"However, our nations are at war. I didn't want to ruin your birthday by showing up and putting all your other guests on edge," King Koopa looked at me. "Can you guess what she said next?"

Shaking my head disapprovingly I answered, "So you decided to kidnap me instead?"

"Yeah," he exclaimed proud of himself and confused at the same time. "What's the problem? I thought it was pretty clever."

I sighed rolling my eyes. "So instead of walking in the front door invited to enjoy the party with Princess Toadstool and possibly share your dream with the rulers of the other lands, you stole the guest of honor strengthening their resolve against you and souring their mood anyway?"

"Now that you say it out loud," my king pouted as his chin cradled between his thumb and index finger. "Now I know why Princess Peach had that skeptical look in her eyes.
"Yeah, that's the one," he said looking at me.

"It wasn't your fault my king. You really didn't receive her invitation," I said sighing again. "What did you say when Princess Toadstool accepted your explanation?" (I knew the princess would be too nice to point out the flaws in his logic).

"I told her that I wanted to give her her present privately and I really only wanted to see her anyway," King Koopa recalled. "She actually blushed a little bit."

"That's nice to hear," I said behind a smile. "That line may have forgiven the kidnapping completely."

"Maybe," he mumbled. "Anyway I presented her with my present. Imagine my surprise when I found a statue of me holding a serving tray dress in a tuxedo?
"I explained to her that it was connected to my kitchen and that my chef would make her anything she wanted whenever she wanted.
"Really, she asked sounding quite impressed, while I attempted to order a red lava cake for her birthday," King Koopa frowned. "But it didn't work when I asked for it. I felt dumb in front of her."

"I'm sorry sire," I said earnestly. I didn't even think to give him the option. Technically it should have worked since they were both in the same room together.

"Then a lightning bolt struck me like on the racetrack," King Koopa smirked again. "I asked her to order the lava cakes.
"The mini me fulfilled her request responding with 'At once my Queen!"

I imagined the scenario picturing both Princess Toadstool and King Koopa blushing like two awkward teenagers. The statue was designed to bring them closer together. I hope that it helps even if it's just a little. I wondered if King Koopa was insulted that the table didn't work for him.

"Did Princess Toadstool like the fire lava cake," I asked since it was one of Chef Xander's specialties.

"Loved it," King Koopa said matter of fact. "She ended up asking for 2 cups of hot chocolate with milk. It wasn't as good as the tea but would be alright once in a while. We ended up eating our cake and sipping our hot chocolate together in peace.
"Afterwards, Mario finally reached Ice Land making his way to the fortress. I ordered my troops to withdraw and let the plumber pass unabated," he explained. "I wished Princess Toadstool a Happy Birthday and left as soon as Mario entered the base.
"First thing I did when I returned to my keep today was find Xander and thanked him for the table and told him that this table may just end the war.
"That's when he held up his hand and said that my footstool came up with this plan," King Koopa looked happily at me. "Thank you, Footstool."

"You're welcome King Koopa," I blushed a bit. "I wanted to help you strengthen your relationship with Princess Toadstool."

"Well this kind of psychological warfare will help Princess Peach become a bit more responsive to my dream and perhaps the whole Mushroom Kingdom," he smiled leaning forward in his chair.

I laughed. Giving the princess a table of King Koopa to send subliminal messages to conquer the Mushroom Kingdom didn't really enter my mind. While imagining the possibility, a couple things came to mind I should warn King Koopa about.

"Sire, Chef Xander was concerned that he may not know how to make some of the food in the Mushroom Kingdom," I said drawing the king's stare. "Maybe we should send a list of Darkland's most popular foods with Princess Toadstool's next order and ask her for a list of her favorite food so he can get use to making them."

"Not a bad idea Footstool," King Koopa commented. "Maybe I'll bring in a couple cooks from the other lands too so he can expand the menu here. I'm sure Princess Toadstool's pallet likes food outside her kingdom as well."

"Lastly King Koopa," I said smiling. "I don't think the table will bring the Mushroom Kingdom closer to your rule." The king's eyebrow furled. "I set the table to call Mario and anyone else who uses it a worm or maggot and deny their request. It'll only work for Princess Toadstool's request."

"Bwa, ha, ha, that's PERFECT," King Koopa burst into laughter going for several minutes. "Listen Footstool as of today you are officially no longer a slave, a servant, or a piece of furniture.
"You have been set free and are now a full citizen of the Darklands," King Koopa exclaimed proudly.

I fell silent and speechless at the king's sudden proclamation. I could barely manage saying, "Than- Thank you, King Koopa."

"Now, I won't be able to adopt you as one of my kids as the people of the Darklands will not accept it," he commented seeing me nod.

I assumed as much considering it took two years to win my freedom and I primarily only dealt with King Koopa. I hardly had any experience outside the castle as well so I'll have to work hard to earn their acceptance in time.

"However, at the very least I can give you a new name and you WILL continue working and living in the castle," he ordered. His instructions caught me off guard a little bit since I'm still processing the sudden freedom I've earned.

"Yes, sire," I said.

"First tell me your name," King Koopa ordered, "your real name."

"My real name is Tom," I replied somehow anticipating and being surprised at what happened next.

"Tom, yuck," King Koopa responded making the face I grew accustom to whenever I told a Darklander my name. "No, no, that won't do," he looked at me seriously. "I already know a Tom Koopa."

I chuckled watching King Koopa seriously contemplating a new name. I suddenly started wondering whether anyone in the Darklands has the same name. None of the people I encountered so far shared the same name. "Sire," I questioned.

"Remember when you were in the coliseum," King Koopa recalled my 1st day in the castle. He started laughing.

"Yes, sir," I was beaming in anticipation of my new name. However, I started getting worried when King Koopa just sat laughing.

"When… the.. hor… horse… kicked… you… like… a… a… ball," he finally said between gasps of breathe. He finally settled down to continue, "You're new name is Baldo Koopa."

"That's a terrific name. Thank you, my king," I laughed gradually getting louder. It was the king's turn to wait for me to settle down as my mind flashed back to the first day I sparred with Morton. 'Is King Koopa sure he and Morton aren't actually Father and son?'

"Baldo Koopa, I kindly request your presence at dinner tonight," King Koopa asked after I finally settled down. "Will you please dine with me and my family tonight?"

"Yes, my king. It will be an honor," I agreed before Master Kamek could appear ruining my evening. "I've been wanting to accept your invitation for a long time."

"Lastly Baldo, I have gotten a new footstool," King Koopa materialized a stone shape ottoman that matched his throne. "You will no longer be underfoot and will not be required to return to my room after dinner."

"Oh, okay, my king," I said a little dishearten as I reached under his chair. King Koopa eyed me as I pulled a small bulky sheet. "I'll miss my king's company before bed.
"However, since Baldo Koopa is meeting his king for the first time today, I wanted to give you a present," I grinned looking at him and holding the sheet toward him. "Happy Baldo Day, King Koopa!"

King Koopa was surprised then removed the sheet. His eyebrow furled staring at the little castle scene I presented on the first Bowser Day.

"I wanted to give you this on your birthday but I wasn't able to give it on your first birthday or on your half birthday," I set the alarm for 4pm. "I hope you like it."

The alarm went off. King Koopa gasped when Princess Toadstool exited the castle instead of the Bob-ombs. He watched as she elegantly walked to the edge asking King Koopa to get up. The magic projected the life like image of Princess Toadstool as originally intended kissing King Koopa 4 times on his muzzle.

"Thank you, Baldo," King Koopa grinned. "This is an amazing gift. One that I'm going to have lots of fun with later tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows making me laugh.

"You're welcome, my king," I responded. Although, I was a little unsure by what he meant considering it was just a clock. I removed the Bob-omb key from my neck. "I'll return your key-."

"Stop," King Koopa said rising from his chair. "You'll need my key in your new position," he said using his index claw to close my hand. "I've decided to try that diplomacy thingy and you will be the Ambassador of the Darklands.
"Sometimes you'll return with top secret information that I'll want to hear right away," he smirked.

"Yes, my king and thank you," I replied a little concerned. "Are you sure you want me in such an important position."

"Like it has to be you," he replied, "You're the only one reasonable enough to do the job and besides…
"You can always come by our room if you ever find yourself feeling sentimental about your old position," King Koopa answered smugly making me laugh.

"Thank you, my king, can I come by tonight," I answered with a smile.

I can't believe how it happened but I came to this world by accident and somehow my life went from a slave, to a footstool, before finally becoming an Ambassador to the Darklands. Regardless of what the future holds, I am glad I didn't runway…

…FIN

A LETTER OF DEDICATION & APPOLOGY…

I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS STORY TO ANYONE WHO MAY HAVE PASSED AWAY OR BECAME INCAPABLE OF READING THIS STORY AROUND THE WORLD IN THE LAST EIGHT TO NINE YEARS. I AM SORRY THAT I COULD NOT COMPLETE THIS STORY DUE TO MY LACK OF DISCIPLINE AND DRIVE. AS SOMEONE WHO BELIEVES IN LIFE AFTER DEATH, I AM READING THIS STORY IN ITS ENTIRETY OUT LOUD AND WILL DO SO ON A FEW OCCASIONS. I HOPE THE END OF THIS STORY SOMEHOW FINDS ITS WAY TO YOU SOMEDAY.

I WOULD, ALSO, LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE WHO WAS PART OF THIS STORY AT THE START AND WAITED PATIENTLY FOR THE END. I AM SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG TO COMPLETE AND I UNDERSTAND THAT IS UNFORGIVABLE. THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH THE DELAY AND I HOPE THE STORY ENDED WELL ENOUGH TO SATIFY THE WAIT AND GAVE A SENSE OF CLOSURE DESPARATELY NEEDED TO THE STORY AND CHARACTERS.

LASTLY WHAT I AM ABOUT TO SAY MAY SOUND INSANE AND A LITTLE CRACKPOTTISH BUT I AM NERVOUS WITH HOW THE WORLD IS GOING AND WORRIED ITS BUILDING TO THE NEXT GREAT WORLD CONFLICT. IT'S THE REASON THAT PROMPTED ME TO FINISH THIS STORY. THERE WON'T BE MUCH I'LL BE ABLE TO CONTRIBUTE IF A GLOBAL CONFLICT BREAKS OUT BUT AT LEAST I WANT TO LEAVE THIS STORY BEHIND.

I TRUSTED PRESIDEN TRUMP AND GOT THE VACCINE BECAUSE I BELIEVED IN HIS INTENTIONS. HOWEVER THE CURRENT PUSH AND DEMANDS OCCURRING WORLDWIDE MAKES ME HESITANT AND THE REASON FOR MY CONCERN. IF YOU BELIEVE IN HOW THE WORLD IS GOING THEN FINE I CAN RESPECT THAT. HOWEVER IF ANY PART CONCERNS OR FEELS OFF TO YOU THEN TRUST YOURSELF. LEARN THE BEST WAY TO PROTECT YOURSELF AND LEARN TO RELY ON YOUR GUT.

YOU ARE AWESOME REGARDLESS OF HOW YOU WERE BORN. YOU HAVE AN EQUAL RIGHT TO LIFE AS YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY CONTROL OVER HOW YOU WERE BORN. DO NOT LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. I REALLY HOPE MY CONCERNS NEVER COME TO FRUTION AND REMAIN THE RANTINGS OF A MADMAN.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND I WISH EVERYONE ALL THE BEST MOVING FORWARD AND I HOPE THAT IF WE DO RUN INTO EACH OTHER WE CAN BE FRIENDS.

J

SINCERELY,

MAYBEILLBEBALDO