Post by SANGRE on Dec 2, 2023 19:38:36 GMT
Dear Dad,
The world is a scary place without you. I took for granted how secure I felt when you were here. I mistakenly believed that you had taught me everything there was to know, and that one day these lessons would be the inheritance that keeps me afloat. The truth is that I’m scared; scared of the unknown; scared that I won’t know how to survive; scared that I will disappoint you.
You protected me from the monsters that loomed under my bed. Only now have I come to realize that those monsters had names: Kalidah; Azalo; Nizbel. Children of the darkness. You spent your whole life preparing me for this evil because maybe one day you knew that I’d find myself here. And yet, I’m frozen with fear whenever they appear. Even when they aren’t around I’m constantly checking over my shoulder for bloodshot eyes floating in the shadows. I’m realizing now that I stand for everything that they do not. I believe in justice and order, not violence and chaos. I believe that there is a good in this world, and it’s worth protecting from those who intend to corrupt it. I just lack the light to show the way. After all, that light used to be you.
I know that if I can’t find a way to beat this, I’ll have no shot at winning the HIJO. I’ll be stuck as a runner-up, just like last year. I have to find the light, Dad. That’s why I am writing you. I’m hoping you can give me a sign; or symbol to show me that the future is full of hope instead of the doomed apocalypse Kalidah would wish for me. I’m hoping that you see the same promise that Lynx sees in me, but I can’t see in myself.
I have to be reminded that I earned this moment. When I was sidelined earlier this year, I was convinced that I may not return. I struggled with the idea that my identity as a wrestler would cease and I’d forever be known as the kid that almost made it. But I thought of you, and how you may be watching me from back home. I wanted to prove to you that I am resilient, and that I am the man you envisioned me to be. And now that I am back, I have the opportunity to be a HIJO winner and a world champion all in one night. Can you believe it?
You always taught me to maintain a humble tone. I don’t think AJ Knight’s parents taught him the same thing. His compulsion to put himself higher than the rest of us will be his downfall, and I’m hoping that I can be the one to teach him that lesson.
Would you believe me if I told you that Dorado II was Matt flippin’ Pulver? Do you remember how we used to watch him on TV right before I shipped off for wrestling school? And without knowing it, I almost beat a living legend in the last HIJO. Even from a year ago, I have come so far. Last year, I couldn’t imagine emerging victorious over him. Now? Well now, I plan on it. I want to earn a handshake from that man. And I want to let him know that I am sorry for everything I said about him, and to him, about being a Pollo.
First Christmas without you, Pops. I put your star on top of the tree yesterday. It still has the tape on it from when you dropped the Christmas tote. Lynx joked that I must have Mom’s sense of coordination. I hate to say it but he’s probably right.
Well, Dad. Lynx and I have a plane to catch. Maybe when I get back your baby boy will be a champion. Maybe not. Just hope you're proud of me all the same. I’ll be looking for you out there. Missing you every day.
Love,
Alejandro
The world is a scary place without you. I took for granted how secure I felt when you were here. I mistakenly believed that you had taught me everything there was to know, and that one day these lessons would be the inheritance that keeps me afloat. The truth is that I’m scared; scared of the unknown; scared that I won’t know how to survive; scared that I will disappoint you.
You protected me from the monsters that loomed under my bed. Only now have I come to realize that those monsters had names: Kalidah; Azalo; Nizbel. Children of the darkness. You spent your whole life preparing me for this evil because maybe one day you knew that I’d find myself here. And yet, I’m frozen with fear whenever they appear. Even when they aren’t around I’m constantly checking over my shoulder for bloodshot eyes floating in the shadows. I’m realizing now that I stand for everything that they do not. I believe in justice and order, not violence and chaos. I believe that there is a good in this world, and it’s worth protecting from those who intend to corrupt it. I just lack the light to show the way. After all, that light used to be you.
I know that if I can’t find a way to beat this, I’ll have no shot at winning the HIJO. I’ll be stuck as a runner-up, just like last year. I have to find the light, Dad. That’s why I am writing you. I’m hoping you can give me a sign; or symbol to show me that the future is full of hope instead of the doomed apocalypse Kalidah would wish for me. I’m hoping that you see the same promise that Lynx sees in me, but I can’t see in myself.
I have to be reminded that I earned this moment. When I was sidelined earlier this year, I was convinced that I may not return. I struggled with the idea that my identity as a wrestler would cease and I’d forever be known as the kid that almost made it. But I thought of you, and how you may be watching me from back home. I wanted to prove to you that I am resilient, and that I am the man you envisioned me to be. And now that I am back, I have the opportunity to be a HIJO winner and a world champion all in one night. Can you believe it?
You always taught me to maintain a humble tone. I don’t think AJ Knight’s parents taught him the same thing. His compulsion to put himself higher than the rest of us will be his downfall, and I’m hoping that I can be the one to teach him that lesson.
Would you believe me if I told you that Dorado II was Matt flippin’ Pulver? Do you remember how we used to watch him on TV right before I shipped off for wrestling school? And without knowing it, I almost beat a living legend in the last HIJO. Even from a year ago, I have come so far. Last year, I couldn’t imagine emerging victorious over him. Now? Well now, I plan on it. I want to earn a handshake from that man. And I want to let him know that I am sorry for everything I said about him, and to him, about being a Pollo.
First Christmas without you, Pops. I put your star on top of the tree yesterday. It still has the tape on it from when you dropped the Christmas tote. Lynx joked that I must have Mom’s sense of coordination. I hate to say it but he’s probably right.
Well, Dad. Lynx and I have a plane to catch. Maybe when I get back your baby boy will be a champion. Maybe not. Just hope you're proud of me all the same. I’ll be looking for you out there. Missing you every day.
Love,
Alejandro