A Beautiful Mask For The Monsters

Capturing Beauty

by

John Presco

I found a photograph of my daughter’s grandparents on her mother’s side. This photo has freed me from the horrible anguish I have suffered since my daughter came into my life. Patrice looks like The Monster captured by a camera. They have the same ugly stance and sardonic grin.

When I met Patrice at the Kerry House on Piedmont Ave. she was hunting for genetic material to mask the monster lurking in her genetics. Her siblings did not want a child. They were afraid they would give birth to another monster. They were afraid of their mother. So was their father – who was normal!

I suspect this pic was one of the few the father had of his wife that killed herself, and he had it doctored in order to had that gruesome smile that her children cower from. For twenty-three years I racked my mind and soul trying to figure out what went wrong, and why no member of The Monster’s Family had any empathy for me – especially my daughter! They all knew the Hidden Agenda. Good-looking Randall DelPiano could not sire a child. Patrice wanted a girl by Randall. The Monster’s Daughter took off her wedding ring, and went on the prowl. When I told her my sister was a famous artist, I and my sister became….THE PREY! Patrice wanted to meet Rosamond – badly! She wanted a Beautiful Rosamond Mask. She would do anything to get one!

Randall DePiano claimed my infant daughter as his own. Several time he came and stood in front of my abode with a baseball bat. Patrice Hanson told me his Sicilian family might hurt me. She said Randy might have killed our doughtier if he found out I was the father. In months everyone, but me, knew the truth. Heather had irradiance blue eyes. Randy had brown eyes. his mother knew her son – stole another mans child.

When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been
either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband
that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the
chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim. I knew this baby
was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important. From there
moment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but it
was the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”

I Lived A Hundred Yards From My Daughter

Posted on April 19, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

Here is Patrice Hanson and our newborn daughter she had no intention of telling me about. She is living a hundred yards away from me on Broadway with Randall Delpiano who knows Heather is not his daughter. So does Patrice’s siblings, Linda and Craig.. I name four adults that are stealing a man’s child. They convinced each other they deserve this child, and I don’t. What is that look on Patrice’s face? What is it saying?

“We have plans for you!”

Below is a pic of my mother, Heather’s grandmother. What if I found out I was a father – before Rosemary died – and told her her granddaughter had been kidnapped by Half-Gypsies?

John Presco