Hi Mom, Hi Dad!

Hi Mom, Hi Dad.

Why so sad?

Do you feel bad because I feel soo good?

Do you feel glad that I dont feel bad anymore about how you have been treating me these last three years?

But wait, how could you know if you are sad or glad or feel bad about anything relating to me because you have chosen to shun me for being different, for being happy, for being free, for not being you?

Hi Mom, Hi Dad.

Don't you just love Facebook and Instagram? This way you can shun me in person and still know that I am doing well, pursuing my dreams with the gifts of intelligence given to me by God through you.

Incidentally, the same intelligence that allows me to seperate truth from fiction, a relationship with God from a relationship with a man controlled cult.

And what about your grandchildren all carrying smart phones eager to share with you the things that "Uncle Chirs" is doing in his life. If you didnt know, I am with great affection known as "Uncle Chris" to those who love me without exception.

Without exception. Not sure? Ask the grandchildren, they understand.

Hi Mom, Hi Dad.

I love you. I pity you.

You have chosen an empty hearted group of men manufacturing lies to keep people in control to their wishes while sucking away their lives and their often times meager earnings.

You choose men you have never met over the one from your loins.

You have chosen to not see the son that see's you, the son that thinks about you often and wishes for you to change your ways before its too late.

Will there come a day when I will no longer think of you?

Hi Mom, Hi Dad,

Oh, look at that shiny car outside....