Fictions by Ima.

  “ I’m sorry for keeping this from you all these years. Everyone told me to inform you about our son but knowing the kind of man that are; I chose to raise him alone. Don’t even think about judging me, you are no saint yourself. I did not write this letter to seek your forgiveness, I wrote it to warn you. Even though I do not regret raising our son alone, I do regret not telling him about you. Whenever he asked, I’d tell him that you were dead because in a sense, you are dead to me. He now knows about you and wants to meet you. It’s your decision whether or not to meet him but know that our son Demi, is ill and doesn’t often do well with rejection… ” Before he could finish reading the letter, there was a knock on the door. His Secretary walked in and informed him that he had an unscheduled visitor. Trying to get a grip of reality, he motioned on her to let the person in. A young, lanky –looking man walked into the office. His head was hung low and his gaze avoidant. He sniffed...