My name is Aleister Delgado.
To anyone stumbling upon my writing. I wish you a fair day. I started my introduction, and I must say. I have no idea how to write this... chapter? Essay? I'm old, I'm old and unaware.
Let me start with my birthday. I, Aleister Delgado, was born on April 1st. Which is April Fool's day. My mother was Christine Vanderpoole. She married my father, Damian Lord. Sadly, I don't know much about my father. When I was a young lad, my father did, however, throw me out the window. My mother, God bless her, went and found my body.
That is an intense opening. Why would my father, Damian Lord throw me outside the window? Well, I'll give you an answer. Which is also my sister's name. The answer to the mysterious question is simple.
I don't know.
And you may say that I don't know isn't an answer but it is. The thing, the idea, THE SENTENCE; I don't know. Is it a sentence? No, but that's what my father told me and I told him, a sentence is longer. I don't know is a comment, for it is short and easy to read.
Did my father toss me out a window because of a simple stupid argument? No, no he didn't. The true answer is... he didn't want me. My father, Damian Lord, did not want me for he suspected my mother Christine was cheating!
Damian didn't want to raise another's child. His logic said if she cheated on him, she would go after the baby! If she didn't cheat, she would claim the child.
He threw me out the window, my mother screamed and raced to find me in a revine. I did not live! But currently, I am 108 years old. How? My mother, Christine, is a murderer and this body is not mine but another.
His name was Aleister Delgado. Me, the unknown soul inside this horrible person? I have no name because Damian Lord didn't wish to take care of a cheater's son. I was without a name. And I thought to name myself at the time. I was perched on the ceiling of the old castle. I could be Damian.
But if I become Damian, do I lose myself? And that was a deep question I wish I never asked. It drove me crazy. I could be anyone, I don't have a name. And I asked, who could I be?
And I told myself, I wanted to be Nobody.