TWO DAYS AGO, I received a letter from you after almost ten years of abandonment. I didn't have any interest in reading it. I know too well what would be inside. Yet, my curiosity (hoping to read a miracle or your death) overcame me and I read it the day after I received it.

Your life is indeed pathetic. But, I don't feel any pity in your miserable situation. You are the only one to blame for your actions. You have chosen your path without thought on the effects. You have threaded it without consideration of the consequences. You are now there. Why do you appeal now for aid?

Death looms nearby for you. Hunger is what you feel everyday. Loneliness burdens your heart. Thirst is what is enough to satisfy your daily existence. Alone and miserable.

Once upon time, you wouldn’t have felt all these. You had a family. A loving and devoted wife you had to support you and raise the children well. A remarkable combination of five children gifted with skills, talents, and intelligence. A family, a home… you have wrecked.

Where are you now? What are you now? Who are you now?

I don’t anymore wonder on the question why. It has already ceased in my mind. The question that is in my mind now is, “Am I to help?”

Undoubtedly, I owe you my existence but not my life. Our connection is nothing more than biological. So, would this be enough to justify helping you? Is my existence a debt to the creator? Do I have any duty to repay?

Signed,

soulreaver