Page 2 of Meeting his Daddy

Well, I guess you don’t, since this is our first communication.

Oh shit. I’ve already messed up. Should have started with my name. It’s rude to lead you on without details. Right? That’s totally a thing.

Ok.

Redo. But not really because I’ve already tried to start this twice, and I refuse to go again. Third time is the charm. Has to be. Plus, I think my boss is going to wig if I ask for more printer paper.

Not because he’s stingy or anything. It’s just that he’s trying to work and do payroll, and I kept interrupting. Clancy’s not all that good with computers so he has to really focus.

Clancy is my boss, by the way. I work at his ranch.

Dammit, I’ve done it again.

This time I’m really going to do it right.

My name is Corey Morrow, and I’m a ranch hand at the Coleman Ranch. Hell yeah! Look at me crushing this pen pal thing.

So you might be wondering why you’re the lucky human being graced with my letter. I’ll explain it to you.

I saw an article in the local paper about how we’ve become a technology focused world. They shared about how we spend so much time on our phones and computers and how it’s made us less social people.

Now, I’ve never been accused of not being social. That’s not who I am at all. In fact, I’m probably the first person in the room to speak up if it gets too quiet.

But the article still kind of hit me. It mentioned how things used to be when folks got mail through the post office and how slowing down was good for us.

I don’t know if you know anything about country life so I’m going to tell you that there is not much to do here besides taking life slow. I’ve spent my life on a farm or ranch of some kind. It’s all I know.

That’s not really the point though. The point was that the article got me thinking about writing letters. When I was little, my grandmother used to read me the letters between her and my grandfather while he was away in the war. I treasured those nights with her reading their love story to me.

Are you still with me? If so, then I think you might be putting the pieces together.

I don’t have a loved one who has gone off to war, but I do like the idea of being able to support someone through letters and communication like this. I looked up adult pen pal programs for military members that same day. I found one pretty quickly, but they took a few weeks to pair me with someone.

Now that they have, I took my entire morning off just to write this first letter. I wanted to get it right. Hopefully, I have.

The short and skinny is that I’m here to communicate with you and share a bit of the states with you while you’re away. I don’t know how long it takes for a letter to get to you, so maybe you could date yours, so I at least get an idea. I’ll do the same with mine.

But only if you want to. This isn’t something you’re forced to do. I could totally be off base, and you might hate the idea.

Either way, it’s nice to meet you — even if it winds up one sided.

Best wishes to you,

Corey

I stareddown at the paper after reading it twice. I didn’t know what the hell to make of it all. There was more in his letter than I knew about some of the men in my squadron. In their defense, I just wasn’t all that social.

Still, something about Corey’s letter hit me square in the chest. Whether it was because he was the first person to reach out to me in ages that I didn’t work with or because I could tell he was genuinely a nice guy, I felt the urge to reply.

For the first time in over a decade, I pulled out a piece of paper and asked the guys for an envelope. Then I sat on my cot and wrote out a reply to this stranger.

If only I’d known just how much those letters would change my entire life.

Chapter One

Corey

Two months ago

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