By David Derey
Son. You might wanna sit down.
No matter how weird it gets, this is the truth.
Your mother was a circus clown and lions ate your biological dad.
The night we met, I helped her scrub away the clown makeup but I could never scrub the clown in her away.
The first trick she pulled on me was to not say she was pregnant.
The second was to leave me for that suicidal sword-swallower weeks after she birthed you.
This is all a lot to take in, I know.
Everytime you smile – I see her in you.