Life Is A Ride

It is 2 AM, where Mirabelle is.

I am outside the place that my mother calls her home here, close to the pit of Hell. Now very much to my annoyance, I am having to wait for her while she has her fun with a little toy that was snuck through the back end of Heaven. So I shall patiently sit, though I have a rather pressing situation on my hands.

The thing is, and my dear Mirabelle, this is what we both will learn in the next coming days when the truth will be revealed about who you truly are. Yes, it will come to you as a surprise, as it has come to me.

What else is to be said is that the days to come will be a challenge for our relationship, not only caused by my father but his dear old brother as well. My sweet angel, no matter what, I will be by your side through all of this.

So please hold on to us, for things will be hard.

I have learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Lif