After 375 failed drafts, ive come to the conclusion that I cannot tell my own adoptive father the truth of all I have witnessed this weekend. C'est impossibil, oui? He would not believe such statements as "my true mother is also god and also sun blessed water can be made in une microwave." I'm just going to leave the god parts out and tell him I have finally found my family. Then, I must figure out how to perform impressive feats as mon coeurs do. I have a feeling the next few weeks will be enlightening.