I was talking to my father’s cousin today. I’m in the process of proving my US citizenship through my father. I need to prove that he lived in the States for a certain period of time. So, I called up one of his cousins, let’s call him “Joe”, and asked him if he’d write a letter stating that he grew up with my dad. A letter that says “He was in the States – I was there with him from this date to that date.”
Well, a few months back he agreed to write the letter.
Today I call him up to follow up. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you, I can’t write you no letter,” he says in a very dismissive tone. “Yo’ daddy left a lot of pain behind ‘im and I’m too old to be bothered with all that again.”
It took every ounce of will power to remain composed and not burst out into tears. I believe that he genuinely doesn’t want to revisit that horrid period of his life, I can only imagine how bad it was. But it almost felt like he was blaming me for my father’s misdeeds.
It hurt. A lot.