[ WP ] Your mother sits you down at the table . Her eyes are steely , but her hands shake . She begins , `` There are a lot things you did n't know about your father ... ''

`` Kale... your father left me a box to give to you when you were old enough to understand, he hoped that waiting until you were old enough to understand would make this transition easier'' 
 
 Kale stared down meekly at his lap, this was the first time his mother had mentioned his father for as long as he could remember. Any time Kale would bring up a question about his dad his mother would always respond with the same sharp quip `` I've told you a THOUSAND times Kale, you're not old enough to understand!'' 
 
 Tears begin to roll down his mothers face as she struggles to continue, despite the welling lump in her throat. `` Kale, your father was... different. All of the Men on your fathers side are, including you'' 
 
 Kale could feel his pulse begin to quicken as a rising sense of dread began to form in the pit of his stomach, why did he feel this way? `` different how Mom?'' 

