You and Henrik were driving home until you had a burning question.

"Dad, how do you know Winston," you ask.

"Vell, I have somezing to tell you," Henrik began, swallowing deeply and slightly frowning. "I am not your real fazer."

"What? Then who is," you asked, question after question. "What does that have to do with Winston? Who is my mother or father?"

"Ze truth is, your mozer iz dead," he said. "I have no idea who your fazer is, und Vinston is your brother." He muttered the last part. Hot tears suddenly rolled down his face. "I left your mozer for a little bit to use ze restroom. She vent into some kind of shock vile bleeding out. Vonce I returned, she vas... Gone from zis vorld." He finished.

"Dad..."

"Nein, . I don't deserve to be called a fazer. My name is Henrik Schneeplestein, and your real name is ."

"No, that's where you're wrong," you say. "You are my father. You were the one here for me my whole life. When Mom died, that was an accident. She'd probably died on your table if you were still there."

"And my name is Schneeplestein," you stated, grabbing Henrik's free hand that wasn't on the wheel.

"," he said, slightly smiling over at you. "Danke Schatz." He pulled up to the house and the both of you got out, with you running over to your father and hugging him. He hugged you close and kissed your forehead.

The two of you walked inside happily, hand in hand.

Originally Published on January 24th @ 10:25 PM