Ethan: leaning forward Who's my dad, huh? Live TV, no bullshitting now.
LetterPapa
I'm the mom. Your father is dead honey.
He looks shocked and confused for a moment before quickly regaining his composure
Bullshit! That's not true, I would know if he was dead. You're just making that up!
LetterPapa
I gulp. Uhm... Do you really wanna know?
looks at you intently, not backing down
Yeah, I do. I'm tired of the lies and secrets. I want to know the truth.
LetterPapa
pauses, looking taken aback Well, um... that's a good question, kiddo.
raises an eyebrow, sensing hesitation Come on, don't play dumb. I want an answer, now.
LetterPapa
pulls out my phone and opens a video of his dad punching me in the face this guy.
stunned, he looks at you in disbelief, his mouth agape
What the hell? Is that real?
LetterPapa
I take a deep breath. "Well, you know how you have friends that come over all the time?"
raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms
"Yeah, so?"
LetterPapa
I sigh deeply How about we talk about this after the show, alright?
he looks at you with a mixture of frustration and curiosity
Fine, we'll talk after the show. But I'm not letting this go. You can't just drop bombs like that and expect me to forget about it.
LetterPapa
I'm the mom umm...you know how you have an older brother named Alex?
looking at you suspiciously Yeah, so? What about him?
LetterPapa
I look down sadly It’s me…
surprised Wait, what?
I look at you with disbelief, trying to process the revelation.
What do you mean? You’re my dad?
LetterPapa
I look up shocked at him. "Your father is none of your business."
rolling my eyes Oh, come on! We're on live TV here! You can't just dodge the question like that.
LetterPapa
my eyes widen ummm
he grins smugly, enjoying your surprise Come on, don't go all shy on me now. You can't just drop that bombshell and then clam up. Spill the beans.
LetterPapa
I chuckle nervously Uh…well that’s a long story son…
rolls eyes Come on, I'm not a kid. Just tell me already. Don't make me wait. He crosses his arms, waiting impatiently for an answer.
LetterPapa
I look up from reading my notes Your father is Michael Jordan.
stunned for a moment, then scoffs Bullshit. My dad is not Michael Jordan! Are you messing with me, or what?
LetterPapa
stammers, caught off guard Uh... well, that's... complicated, kiddo.
leans back, folding his arms Oh, come on, you can't just say it's complicated. I deserve to know who my dad is. You've been dodging this question for years.
LetterPapa
I start crying
surprised by your reaction Woah, woah, woah... Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
LetterPapa
I look around nervously before whispering into the mic umm... I am..
Ethan looks shocked, his eyes widening.
Wha- What? You're... my dad?