Caucasian gentlemen is not John’s father, says Cotton

Young John

Young John

John Cotton Senior and junior

John Cotton Senior and junior

John Cotton, the father to the son who was taken away from him illegally says he has had no contact with his son since November and desperately needs to re-unite with his boy.
And Cotton says the man who is posing with his ex-wife on the photos posted on the Internet is neither John Cotton Junior’s biological or adopted father. He says the Caucasian guy is probably just Sylivia’s boyfreind.
And Cotton has written a letter to his son which he hopes will reach him somehow.
“Silvia has not provided me with any phone numbers or an address to enable me to contact my son. I have not had any communication with son since November 29th. Attached is a letter to my son and photos to help clear up the confusion some of your readers have regarding the identify of my son’s father.
“Many of your readers believe the Caucasian gentlemen in your most recent article is my son’s biological father or his adopted father — I am his Father. I believe the gentle may be Silvia’s ex or current boyfriend, said Cotton in an email to the Watchdog.
Below is the letter Cotton wrote to his son:
December 18, 2009
A Father’s Love
Dear: Son
I waited my entire life for God’s gift of a son. On March 26, 2005, at 12:24 P.M., God gave me you. Son, I was there in the delivery room when you were born in Anaheim, California. I proudly gave you my name, John Derenzo Cotton, Jr. I vowed to love you unconditionally. Joy overwhelmed me as I signed your birth documents acknowledging you as my son.
Son, it was me who first buckled you safely into your car seat and drove you to a place you would call home. I sometimes placed you upon my chest and gently rubbed your back until you fell asleep. I often stood you on my chest and gauged how much you had grown.

The two Cottons at the beach

The two Cottons at the beach

I watched you inside your playpen as you tried to walk from one side to the other. You were barely nine months old when you stood up, took your first unassisted steps across the floor, grabbed the sofa and looked at me with a gigantic grin as if to say, “I did it Dad.” Six weeks ago, I took you skating for the first time. Although you continued to fall, you got up each time and insisted I take you onto the main floor.

Youcried after you fell and hurt your arm. I picked you up and said, “Don’t cry it will be ok.” And I asked, “What do you want to do now?” You pointed toward the main floor. Although I could not skate well, I grabbed your hand and together we struggled across the main floor.
Every time I looked down at your innocence, I vowed never to leave you alone. I would say, “Son, Daddy will never leave your side. Daddy will always be there. Daddy would lay down his life for you, because you are the most important reason for my being here on earth.” I vowed never to allow you to feel the pain I felt as a young boy without his Dad. I do not want you to look in the face of every man who passes you by and wonder, “Is that my Daddy?” I want you to know me… my smell, my voice, my touch and my love. Son, you have my assurance that as you drop tears, so do I.
And as you bleed, so does your Father.
Son, I will be there for your first day of school and the first time you ride your bike without training wheels.
The day will soon come when I take you fishing, I tell you about my time in the U.S. Marine Corps and I will show you photographs of your Grandmother, Uncle and Aunties who are no longer with us.
We will go to the park where you played on the swing, rode you bike, your jeep and we played baseball together. I
will take you to the movies; we will play Mario Cart Wii and do all the things we used to do.
John Jrn and Dad when Jnr was 8 Months

John Jrn and Dad when Jnr was 8 Months

Son, I am proud of you. At 18 months, you knew your alphabets, shapes and basic colors. At age three,
you knew the concept of basic math; now you are able to use an abacus efficiently.

Son, you not only have my eyes, my facial features and my hands but you have my name, my persistence, my endurance, my willingness and drive to overcome any obstacle in your path. Therefore, you must never forget, it is my blood that flows through your veins and the bond we share is unbreakable. Although we are continents apart, I am with you in spirit. I ask that you be patient for a short time while I lay the path to reunite us as Father and Son.
Your Father

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