Hello M, This is Matthew, C's son. I believe I lived with you for a time and I wanted to message you and apologize.

    I remember looking you in the eyes, pausing, and then throwing your badminton racket over your fence into your neighbors yard. I didn't make a mistake, I wasn't trying to do something else, I succeeded in being directly and explicitly disobedient for disobedience sake, perhaps horrible for horrible's sake. All while staring you in the eyes as a sort of test, a test to see what you would do in response.

    I remember nothing afterwards until I remember being handed a glass of water from you (I might not remember that perfectly, perhaps I'm combining memories). I do however remember what I did afterwards. I went upstairs and painted your bathroom with nail polish, I remember being punished with the folding of laundry.

    I can't imagine you've thought much about the condition of that bathroom since it was cleaned, but I imagine you've spent some time thinking about what happened afterwards. God have mercy on me, God have mercy on us all. In all honesty I don't remember what I told my Uncle E, but I have been told that after I accused you of something my Uncle E went to your home and refused to let you see me again. 

    I don't remember what happened between us and I don't remember what I told my Uncle, but I do remember something else. When I locked myself in your bathroom I looked God in the eyes, paused, and then chose to abandon God and anything Good. God have mercy on me, God have mercy on us all. I preformed a degrading ritual, I treated myself as horribly as I could, I humiliated myself, and then I blamed you for it.

    Perhaps you punished me excessively, perhaps you punished me cruelly (without love, without the goal of correction), perhaps you didn't punish me at all, regardless, from my now matured perspective I wronged you. I injured you far beyond what you deserved, if you deserved anything at all and I'm sorry.

    You're the first person I'm confessing this to because you're the first person I wronged, but I will tell others, beginning with my family. I can't restore the relationships broken as a result of my lies, but I will do my best to restore your reputation. It won't impact your life in the slightest, but I hope you can accept this gesture of reconciliation and forgive me.

    May God Bless you, M, and your family.

-Matthew