• my name was dante anderson gorelash. i was named for my grand father. after beatrice got pregnant and sent away. my father told his father that i had sinned and shamed him.

    he heard my story and defended me. he helped me runaway he tried to help me find her.

    on his death bed he requested i be there. i went and as he and i talked and he faded my father entered the room. years ago he told me i wasnt his son. now as his father was dying he refused to be in the room while i was there.

    i got up to leave. he told me to stay. he looked at my dad and said "if u cant be in the same room as this fine young man then u dont deserve to spend anytime with me and if u wont share this time with ur son then u there is no way u were ever my offspring and ur mom was faithful to me so ik u were mine."

    "i refuse to be here with him!" he stated pointing at me "and he is NOT my son and NEVER will be!" he yelled.

    those words hurt more than when he first said them to me years ago. my grandfather order he leave. shortly after that he died. i felt horrible. it was after that i vowed to one day be reunited with beatrice.