OOC:
Len Hayes.
43 years old.
6'1", 185.
Black hair. Black eyes.
Still in excellent shape for his age.
IC:
I loved my son very much, but no matter how hard I tried, I had trouble connecting with him.
My Ex and I split up when Teddy was only 7. She took him and moved to the other side of the country.
There, she found God.
So did Teddy.
There's nothing wrong with a little religion in moderation, but the version my family got sucked into bordered on the fanatical.
Plain dress.
Daily Bible study.
No swearing.
No drinking.
No makeup.
No sex, except for the purpose of procreation....
I'm sorry. I found it all a little creepy.
So although I tried to maintain a relationship with him, we drifted apart over the years. I guess he was as uncomfortable with me as I was with him.
That's why I was shocked when he called and said he was stopping by for a visit.
"What's the occasion?" I wondered.
"I'm getting married," he said. "I want you to meet my intended."
Intended? Did he really say intended? I tried not to laugh.
So that's how I found myself standing at the airport waiting for them. I was wondering if I would recognize my own son when I spotted them walking toward me.
They were hard to miss.
They looked like they stepped out of the film 'Witness'.
My son was wearing a plain black suit with a string tie.
His intended was wearing a plain white blouse, a long white dress, and a black and white bonnet.
The simplew garb couldn't disguise the fact that she was breathtakingly lovely......
Len Hayes.
43 years old.
6'1", 185.
Black hair. Black eyes.
Still in excellent shape for his age.
IC:
I loved my son very much, but no matter how hard I tried, I had trouble connecting with him.
My Ex and I split up when Teddy was only 7. She took him and moved to the other side of the country.
There, she found God.
So did Teddy.
There's nothing wrong with a little religion in moderation, but the version my family got sucked into bordered on the fanatical.
Plain dress.
Daily Bible study.
No swearing.
No drinking.
No makeup.
No sex, except for the purpose of procreation....
I'm sorry. I found it all a little creepy.
So although I tried to maintain a relationship with him, we drifted apart over the years. I guess he was as uncomfortable with me as I was with him.
That's why I was shocked when he called and said he was stopping by for a visit.
"What's the occasion?" I wondered.
"I'm getting married," he said. "I want you to meet my intended."
Intended? Did he really say intended? I tried not to laugh.
So that's how I found myself standing at the airport waiting for them. I was wondering if I would recognize my own son when I spotted them walking toward me.
They were hard to miss.
They looked like they stepped out of the film 'Witness'.
My son was wearing a plain black suit with a string tie.
His intended was wearing a plain white blouse, a long white dress, and a black and white bonnet.
The simplew garb couldn't disguise the fact that she was breathtakingly lovely......