Prologue: For immediate release

MEDFORD, MA/May 25, 2018/ Jason McGorty’s LET IT BE REVEALED has announced that it will be releasing a series of stories detailing the first few months of his second daughter Valentina’s existence. The series entitled “Valentina’s Origin Story” was set to be released in weekly installments, but was later changed to be released in one batch with 12 episodes, a-la-Netflix.

Told in the first person as a letter to a currently illiterate child, McGorty’s narrative is detailed from memory without fact-checking or corroborating facts with other parties at these events. To quote McGorty; “I wrote this without fact-checking or corroborating facts with other parties at these events.”

A pre-release edition has been reviewed by made-up critics who have been quoted as saying:

“Was the ‘Episode #’ a reference to Star Wars? I don’t see any parallel to Star Wars.”

“If this wasn’t sponsored by Mountain Dew then I don’t understand why he mentioned Mountain Dew so much. Does he like Mountain Dew? Does his children?”

“The author is awfully whiny sounding for someone whose situation could have been a lot worse. I’d like to read what he has to say when something really bad happens to him. I hope it’s soon”.

“I liked it!”

“I didn’t read the whole thing, but it’s not the type of thing I think I’d like.”

About LET IT BE REVEALED

jasonmcgorty.com’s LET IT BE REVEALED was founded in 2009 as a way to utilize his “skills” in photography and piano playing.

Valentina’s Origin: Episode I — Pre-Prematurity

Dear Valentina,

Your mom’s ankles were as fat as a 2-liter of Mountain Dew Code Red. On the morning of December 6, 2014 we naively walked out of the Cheesecake Factory in Boston’s Back Bay without knowing that we’d spend the next few months becoming intimately familiar with Boston’s Longwood Hospital area.

Pregnancy can be beautiful and mysteriously brutal on a women’s body. To me, the swollen ankles were just another slap in the face of an otherwise uncomfortable 9 months, but not a symptom of something more serious.

My work holiday party was scheduled for the evening of December 10, 2014 in New Jersey. I rode in the backseat of a co-worker’s car and on the day before the party I worried only about which diner to stop at for lunch. But before I left, your mother asked me to look up the symptoms of preeclampsia. I’m certain I didn’t know what it was, and to be honest, I am not really sure what it is today when asked. Did she have preeclampsia according to the list of symptoms? Yes, but we’re the type to convince ourselves that we have most any disease we look up. In looking this up I likely had a moment where I was certain that I had preeclampsia. The only symptom I was missing was being pregnant, but it’s not like your mother had all of the symptoms either and her concern ended up being legitimate.

I left for the holiday party on December 9th and for some reason I couldn’t sleep at all that night alone in the hotel. It would be the last night that I’d be left alone in a room to sleep for many months to come, but if I had known that, it wouldn’t have helped me sleep any better.

On December 10th, the day of the party, I wasn’t thinking much about the baby. You weren’t due until the end of January, over six weeks away. I was sitting in the conference room at around 3PM when I got a call on my cell from your grandfather. My dad never calls during the day. I didn’t know what he wanted but I figured it wasn’t good. It wasn’t.

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