Dear Mother,
It has recently come to my attention that you used me to participate in occult meetings of the Vulture Children when I was a very small child. While I do not have memories that I can piece together from the period, I did come across photographs of my young body being held aloft in a violent and creepy ceremony at Aunt Celia’s house. She was mortified that I found them and didn’t want to speak of her own participation, but eventually she confessed it all to me. While I can understand that you were in thrall to powerful forces at the time, it is still hard to see how you could have let me be used in such a diabolical way. Is this where the scars came from on my back and wrists? The fact that you can’t just tell me about things like this is what makes it impossible to trust you. Is this why nobody in our family will talk to us? Why your own mother refused to speak to me when I found her years ago? She ran away from me like I was the devil’s spawn. Who is my father, anyway? I tried to track down a woman from your address book and she asked me if I was Rosemary’s baby? I said that yes, I was her son and she started crying, saying she was sorry but she was going to hang up. It would really help me to understand where I come from so I can better figure out where I am going.
Please don’t wait to write back, I need to hear from you. Either that or answer my calls or pick up the phone.
Bradley
October 27, 2022