Written Assignment

Afghanistan
Kabul
Jakir Street
612
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9th September 2015

Dear Hassan,                                                                                                    

First of all I want to know how you have been in this time that we haven’t see each other. Well, I’m not so good because there is something that I want to tell you, but it’s very difficult for me to say what I’m writing to you right now and it’s the purpose of this letter. It all started when I was a little boy, I lived in an enormous house with my family, and the family of the servants also lived in that house, and I grew up with the son of the servant. His name was Ali and I had the same relationship with him like you with Amir. It was not so similar because I never admitted that he was my friend, because I didn’t have the courage to do it. Ali and I grew up together, and when I got married and started living alone with Sofia, I invited him to be my servant and I built him a little house near my house where he could live with Sanaubar, his wife.

Now, here is the thing I need to tell you but I’ am afraid of your reaction Hassan, but I believe that you need to know. I lived very happily with Sofia until something horrible occurred. Sofia got pregnant with Amir we were very happy and I believed that I was the luckiest man in the world, but when we were at the hospital waiting for Amir to be born, something went wrong in the delivery phase and Sofia died when Amir was born. That was the best and the worst day on my life. Two years later, I started a relationship with your mom Sanaubar without Ali knowing this, and this event has weighed me down all my life. Sanaubar get pregnant with you and I was responsible for that, I am your father Hassan, and Ali never knew that. He always believed that he was your father but the truth is that I am. I loved you Hassan, my son. I am so relieved now by telling you this, I had always loved you but I couldn’t tell you before because Ali was living near my house and I’m never going to see his face again because I don’t have the courage to look at his eyes again.

Hassan, I want to apologize for not having treated you like my own son because I was afraid of Ali’s reaction, and I don’t want you to be alone because of my mistake and your mother’s mistake. I want to tell you that when I die, I am going to divide all my fortunes between you and Amir, and I want you to stay close to Amir, as if you were brothers. I just need to ask that you don’t tell anybody about this, you need to know that this is for your future, and only for you my son.

I hope you can understand me and forgive me, I love you.

Your Father, Baba