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Dad,

            God, I hate doing this sentimental shit… It’s so girly and unnecessary. Anyway, I guess the reason we clash so much is that we’re so much alike… I’m more like you than I am mom in more ways than I can count. My power is illusion. I can make you feel and see whatever I want you too. Like last night, I made you feel like your organs were melting inside your body. I can’t do that with Emma, though. I have a good grip on my powers and I keep a tight lid on them.

            The more you crowd me, the more I’m going to push you away. Let me do my own thing. I’m not going to be an alcoholic, or even a drug user. So what if I smoke pot occasionally? I smoke cigarettes and you don’t fucking care. So what if I go to parties with my friends. Big. Deal.

            I have nothing more to say, I guess.

Your son,

Micah