Icraa. I have grown up all my childhood without a father.

Nineteen years into my life, you come foreward, claiming to be my
father, that you tell me my mother died giving birth to me and had
assumed that I myself were dead and left us there.

At first I thought it a bit odd, a stranger coming up to me and saying
that they are my father, but how was I to know?

I thought that you might actually be my father, but I just don't think
that my father would be as rude as you are or do the ignorant things you
do.

You keep on trying to tell me who to be with, where to live, and what to
do.

I am ashamed that people know you as my father, and you have disapointed
me greatly.

It is for these reasons that I am disowning you permanently, and you may
no longer claim yourself as my father.


Myrrhanda

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Sarapin, in the year 444 AF.