Hey Dad,
Happy birthday! Surprised? I did remember this time. It’s hard keeping track of time up here. The sun rises and sets pretty fast. Fortunately, I had set a calendar reminder on my screen tab, and asked Pete to remind me, and yes, Meg as well.
Don’t worry, I am not going to take all day. Just wanted to sort a few things out. Have you ever wondered why I chose this job, why I risk my life every single day, circling the planet? Looking out for asteroids, for cracks on the hyper-dome, or fixing satellites? I bet you didn’t. You are just upset because I wanted to do something you didn’t recommend. Something that would look bad on your very impressive resume. Mark Watney, the pioneer to humankind’s venture on Mars, the man who survived it all, the idol to countless here and back home, and father to a no-good engineer. Do you like the sound of that, Dad? I let you down, didn’t I?
Remember the time we drove down to Florida, when Mom was better and you just wanted some time off from NASA? Of course, you did. How could I even forget? It was our last vacation as a family. The last time the three of us got a chance to have dinner together. Mom’s last meal at a dinner table. Anyway, I loved that weekend, even if it did bookmark itself with some unpleasant memories. That time when you nearly threw up on the roller-coaster, and Mom and I could not stop teasing you. ‘You can survive 10 Gs, but not 10 simple rolls on that ride!’ Mom teased you all the way. I loved that you always played sport. Never lost it. Even when Mom was about to leave you.
Was it hard? Playing fake? Knowing that she was cheating on you. Knowing that all those months you were gone, she searched comfort in someone else’s arms. I saw him, dropping by for those occasional consultations. He was there on Easter, on the Fourth of July and even on Christmas. Every time he dropped by, I thought of you, and how alien this would sound if I had just dialed the number to your office. You were dead to me.
But that night in Florida, it all changed. You saw him. Worse still, you saw both of them, together, till the very moment he pulled the trigger. Those three rounds punctured her lungs, and our lives. She had chosen us, after everything. She even chose to tell you. We could have left her. Aunt Jane was there anyway. You could have chosen to leave on the first Ares mission, like it was intended to. I was rooting for you. Don’t play sport this time, Dad. I prayed you’d do the right thing. And you did. You stayed, and gave Mom thirteen more months, when the doctor couldn’t even here give her that many weeks.
Six years later, you were dead again. This time, for real. I had just finished sophomore year at the academy. I chose botany, could you believe it? Pete broke the news. He switched on the TV so that I could see the broadcast. Two day later, I was burying your uniform. I hated those salutes. You weren’t even there. I was given a temporary discharge. They asked me to ‘take it easy’ and ‘not to be so hard on myself.’ What did they expect me to do once I found out you were alive? I dug up your grave, unpinned those medals and threw them in the river. You were all over the news, and so was I. ‘Son goes frantic on father’s survival, vandalizes cemetery.’
You returned a hero, The Martian. I wish you had left us for Ares-1. I will always hate you for that, for being there when you didn’t have to. For loving someone when she didn’t deserve it. For fathering a teen you didn’t help raise. Everyday I look back at Earth and wish I’d just stayed there. Which is why I chose to do what I do.
I guess this mail must be going over your head, like all those times we met after you came back from Mars. Well at least Meg will understand what I tried to say. Tell her I said hi and that I’m sorry I couldn’t make it for ‘Watney Day.’
Ryan W.
The computer screen was flashing 7 a.m. I hit reply and sat there for five minutes, trying to conjure something to talk about.
‘Mark? You alright dear?’ Annie entered the room, a cup of green tea in hand. ‘You’re not reading it again, are you?’ She placed the cup on the desk and looked at me, her eyes so caring and her smile faintly warm.
That was the last time I had heard from Ryan. It was exactly this day, three years ago. I did briefly see him on the launch sites or during his rehab after those many months in orbit. But we never spoke. He walked past me several times, each time pretending he didn’t see me.
I closed the draft, and it sat there, saved like the rest of them. 22 and counting. All to the same recipient. I looked at Annie and let out a sigh. ‘Someday, I’ll make it right. I promise.’
‘You better. Ryan always thinks you do the right thing. Sometimes I wonder if he’s expecting too much.’ She was taking clothes out from the shelves now.
‘Hang on, he talks to you?’ I was puzzled now.
‘All the time,’ she replied heading to the bathroom.
‘I thought he was on deep space observation for the last three months, and that he would be up North after that.’
‘He was. His mission ended a fortnight ago. He’s up at the Academy again.’
‘What! It’s been two weeks he’s here and I get to know that now! Why the secrets Ann?’ I pushed the talk button on my computer. ‘Call Bret Waters.’ Bret worked as the lead physician at the rehabilitation center.
‘He’s not at the center,’ Annie’s voiced echoed from the shower.
‘Then where is he? The Plaza, Underground, or I’m sure he’s sending time with that girl he liked. What was her name, Cindy, Joanne? No, that German girl? I can’t even remember her….’
‘He’s in training,’ she stopped me. ‘With Howard and the rest.’
‘What? He couldn’t possibly be thinking of…’
‘He is,’ Annie stepped out, drying her hair. ‘He was insistent. Howard objected first, but Ryan is our best engineer and he would be an asset to the mission.’
Bret Walters’ round face was occupying the screen now. ‘Hello? Mark? Oh hey Annie! I was wondering if you guys got my Halloween invitations.’
‘Yes Bret. We’ll just call you back.’ Bret looked confused as I hung up. ‘Are you telling me my son volunteered for the Europa mission?’ My heart was racing now. Nervous anxiety took over. I was getting scared. I couldn’t let him do it. No matter what that 37-year old man said, he was still that teen, cross with his father. I had to sort things out. Tell him how I felt, how sorry I was. I couldn’t see him go. Annie was the stronger one in the relationship. She supported Meg’s decision for the Europa mission. Heck, she even trained her. I couldn’t do the same. Ryan had to be convinced otherwise.
I quickly checked my schedule. The afternoon session was short. The batch was going outside the dome today. It was their first trip to see it from the other side. They would take time to get ready and so my class was shortened. I had time after that to meet Ryan. I checked the Academy’s log and saw he was scheduled for gravity assessment today. ‘That’s weird. Europa missions don’t have gravity training. Those were only for…’ I stopped dead. Ryan wasn’t heading to Jupiter. He was headed home. To Earth.