I needed some time to think.
Some time to myself.
He wanted to see me. The man who had left us. The one who had gone in search for a better family. The man who took all of our money for his sake. A selfish basard.
My father.
Mom had left me his contact info and in time hoped I would call. Mom thought that there was still a chance that we could still be a big happy family. But that all went down the hole when he left.
When he left us, my respect, my admiration, everything good thought I thought about him also left.
The only thing I can remember is seeing my mom on her knees in the kitchen clutching the letter and crying. He ruined everything.
And now he wanted to rekindle, father son bonding. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of leaving and we expecting me to be the same boy he left.
3 years and a life without a dad makes you wise up.
I could stare at the paper and the I dialed the number as the line rang twice as someone answered.
"Hello?" I stayed silent. "Hello?"
I hung up and crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash.
The phone ring again as I stated at it and listened to the message.
"Zach. It's your dad. I just want to talk. I know life hasn't been easy and I hope you like your stepdad and everything but I just really need to talk to you. Call me back my son."
Three years should be enough for someone to get over it. But I suppose no amount of time can fix the feeling of being let down.
The only thing he left was a bitter boy who wanted nothing to do with him anymore.
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