I'd visit my mom's church on the days they had services, but I was honestly terrified of the idea of meeting her again. I'd sit on the bench outside of the church and try to get a hold of my emotions. There was always this nerdy looking doctor guy sitting on that bench, frowning, lighting a cigarette.
He was always on that bench, Philio. Every week. We became pretty good friends - on a first name basis - and would talk about this and that. He said I should pretend to get sick and get myself hospitalized - that he'd call my mom to the hospital as my guardian so we could meet.
Then a while later he called me - and thanked me for giving him my telephone and home address. Something about paying me a visit real soon.
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