I have a feeling you’re going to be surprised to hear from me. Not that you know who I am–just that I’m writing. You see, I joined the pen pal project in order to get in touch with you.
I’m not a stalker. No. It’s that your kids asked me to write. You see, I belong to an online community for a group of people who are part of a government program. It’s a special program to give homes to kids who need them. Most of us have some kind of experience in education or working with children.
The kids we’ve adopted are a lot like your kids. And your kids, Sirius and Vega, in looking for children like them, came across an online forum we’ve started. I guess our security isn’t as good as I thought–either that, or Vega is a skilled hacker. The end result is that your kids got into our forum, saw us talking about our extraterrestrial kids, and then they emailed me.
They sent me a link to your Pen Pal Project profile.
I must admit: I was very surprised by it.
You’ve got six kids? And, though you’re a dad, you carried them? And did this have anything to do with those hours you can’t remember?
Well, I have a lot more questions, but I feel it’s rude for me to ask them before we’ve even met. Your kids sound really well-adjusted and happy, so it seems like your life is working out well now. I’m glad about that.
I guess I should tell you a bit about me.
I was trained to be a children’s librarian. I work at home, though, as a writer, painter, and dad. It’s a far better life than I could have ever dreamed up.
My boy, Septemus, amazes me. I don’t mean this in a prideful way, for none of it is from me–it’s all him. Well, your kids seem amazing, too, so you probably know what I mean.
We do a lot of typical Dad-Son things. We dance.
We enjoy our favorite meals. Right now, Septemus loves tofu tacos, and I’m on a taco casserole kick.
He calls us the Taco Kids.
I don’t always know what to make of the things he says.
He started talking about black holes this evening and how they have the capacity to devour entire solar systems.
“Where do you suppose a civilization goes when the black hole eats it?” he asked. “Like for example, what happens to the library books?”
How do you answer a question like that?
I think it’s going to be good for me to be able to talk to another parent who’s been there. I hope that you’ll accept me as a pen pal, and that you don’t think it’s too presumptuous for me to write you or that you’re bothered by your kids getting in touch with me.
I’m counting it as a blessing, myself. I’ve got a feeling you might be able to help with some of the answers I seek. And at any rate, I could use another dad’s advice.
Here’s hoping you’ll write back,