Dear Tisha,
If you are reading this letter, then I have gone and met my maker. I am sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to stand up to your sister and make her see the truth. Love is blind and while I don’t expect you to understand, I loved your sister. Ever since the first time I laid eyes on her in fifth grade, but she didn’t pay me any attention. So, when she was 25 she started showing me attention I would have moved Heaven and Earth to keep her in my life. Tisha before I go any further I want to apologize for not being the father figure you needed in your life. I should have stood up and protected you instead of being selfish and protecting my life with Georgie. I kept a lot of Georgie’s secrets, but I am nearing the end of my life and while many of them will die with me one I cannot go to my grave with. Tisha, when Georgie came back into my life, I was just happy she was there, but she didn’t come alone. Georgie was pregnant.
“Pregnant!” David and Tisha shouted in unison.
“Finish reading the letter baby.” David gave Tisha a shoulder squeeze.
She was pregnant and while she tried to pass the baby off as mine, I knew it couldn’t have been mine. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that due to an old football injury I would never be able to have kids. Yes, your niece and nephew aren’t my blood, but I loved them as such. Soon after Georgie went into labor and I was on the road driving trucks when I got back I was told that the child had died while in labor. I was distraught. I had fallen in love with that child just as if it was mine. We were devastated we even had the baby cremated and we went to spread the ashes over the river. It was years later after your mom died that I found out the truth. The baby didn’t die but was left at the hospital and placed in the system. Tisha you were that child, and Tisha, Georgie isn’t your sister, she is your mother. I will never forget that night when I made her tell me the truth. She said that she couldn’t live with the fact that she was trying to pass off a baby that wasn’t mine. Yet she did it with my other two. Tisha I am asking you to never reveal to them the truth. They are my kids by every other meaning, but I thought you deserved a chance of happiness and more than that a chance for some closure. I love you and you will always be in my heart.
Don
Letting the letter fall to the floor as she remained frozen trying to piece together what she had read.
“Georgie is my mother and not my sister? Then, David…. who is my father?”
Untold Secrets Continues
Book 2: Self -Deception Georgette’s Story
Running around the room making sure everything was in place for tonight. She knew that she had to pull out all of the stops if she was going to keep Norman. No one understood that Norman was her drug and as long as he lived she had to have him. Doing a once over the room Georgette made sure that everything was in place, “Ok I think everything is ready.” she thought to herself. Turning around she looked at herself in the full-length mirror giving herself a glance of approval.
Georgette never had an issue with getting any man that she wanted, but Norman had proven to be a challenge. She started to laugh as she remembered the first time she saw him. Dressed in an all-black suit, with a blue shirt and blue wing tip shoes. It was from that first moment when he got of out of his car, all casual. No other man mattered, she knew that Norman was the man that she had to have. He was her milk chocolate candy bar and she knew if she could just get her hands on him one time he would be hooked. I mean caramel always went well with chocolate.
That day brought back pleasant memories as she continued to primp in the mirror. She had purchased the perfect black cutout lace teddy and a pair of black peek-a-boo toe stilettos. With one look, Norman would not be able to resist. As she turned away from the mirror she began to review the plan she had devised in her head. There was a knock at the door, “Ok, it is time, God I know this is the man that you have for me. Now just open his eyes so that he can see it.” She prayed silently. Walking towards the door she stops and goes back to her pocketbook which was sitting on the chair by the bedroom door and pulls out the camcorder remote and hits the record button. She looks back to the closet to ensure that she sees the red recording light. She was determined to have Norman by any means necessary.
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I pray that you were blessed by this book. I wrote this book five years ago but only got enough courage to print it. God has really been working with me and building my confidence up in HIM. Fear controlled me as I constantly fought with releasing this book, however now that I have released my first Christian Fiction book the story for book 2 started writing itself. I am excited and can’t wait to get this book out to you.
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Thank you for reading. I pray that you are blessed and if you found any area of your life where you felt like Tisha I pray that God brings healing to you soul. That you continue to go towards the God given life that God has for you.
Love you All but God truly loves you Best,
LeTasha S. Robinson
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