Dear Father,
I am writing this to whomever my father may be. Many years have went bye since I was brought forth into this world. Yet still I don’t know the face of the scoundrel that helped give me life. I wish whomever it was would come to me and tell me, or tell my mother to inform me of your identity. I have went all of my life not knowing, not caring who you were or what you stood for. However, now I do care, I want to know who you are, and why you did this to myself and my mother. Evidentally you do not care for either of us or you would have at least tried to help us in some way over these years. I hope one day I will be able to personally give you this, if and only if you come out of your cowardly hole and reveal yourself. I pray for that day to come. I pray every day and night to show me a sign that you even care i’m alive!
Your Unknowing Daughter,
Pearl Prynne
Pearl
Hyper, Psycho, Happy, Obsessive
Daughter of Hester Prynne
Lover of Hester, Trouble, Rev. Dimmsdale
Who Feels Happy, confused, Alienated
Who Needs Closure, A father, and her mother
Who Gives color to the puritan society, joy to hester, a headache to the towns people
Who Fears Leaving Home, Chillingsworth
Who Would Like To See Her Father
Resident of a Lonely Heart
Prynne
When I was young
in a small town,
Ironton Ohio.
When I was young
I lived in the same
house until i was
twelve years old.
When I was young
I had a dog
her name was pebbles.
I got her when
she was a month
old from my Grandma.
When I was young
I woke up early on
Saturday mornings
to watch cartoons.
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