𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

16

Mila

"Mila, it's me your father... I know it's been a while, how have you been? How are your kids? It's been so long and we haven't kept in touch so I don't know anything about your life, I guess you can say it was partially my fault... I wanted to reach out to you because I have some sad news.. your mom passed away a few weeks ago, and I finally built up the courage to write to you, you're probably wondering how I have your address and surprisingly it was the easiest thing I could find about you. you're not on any Social media! I know I'm probably the last person you'd want to hear from right now but I wanted to know how you were doing, I hope I can see you one day, maybe meet my grandkids. I know I wasn't the best father and it probably felt like I was absent most of your life and to be honest, I don't have an excuse for that.. I also hope you can find it somewhere in your heart to forgive your mother for everything she put you through, she did love you. When you left she fell apart and was never the same. I think your leaving made her realize just how much she needed you... how much we needed you, your mother had cancer and has been fighting it for a few years now but I guess she decided to give up that fight, we still live in the same house if you ever want to come and visit, your mother refused to move out because of the chances of you coming home... it hurt more then words can explain to not have you there at her funeral, please reach out Mila, I'll always love you- your father. Bruno."

I feel myself panic as I finish the paragraph, I reach a hand to my chest and I feel it beating against it.

Tears stream down my face as I feel myself hyperventilating.

Calm down, calm down.

How did he find me? And why after all this time would he choose now?

I read over the page again. She's dead.. she's really dead... I didn't know how to feel about that.

I rushed upstairs into my room, pacing the room as I read the letter over and over, and the bottom of the page was a phone number.

I folded the paper up and put it inside my drawer, sitting on the bed I try to calm down, after all the shit they put me through I shouldn't feel this!

I shouldn't feel sad at the fact that she's dead, I shouldn't feel anything towards them.. but I couldn't help it.

I press my palms against my eyes.

Don't cry, don't cry.

I feel the panic start up as I take a few deep breaths, he doesn't know where I am, I'm fine, she's dead and I don't care.

Except I do.

I shouldn't.

"Fuck." I walk into the bathroom and splash my face with water, feeling a bit better I decide to take a nap.

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"Mila?" Victoria wakes me up, I shoot up from the bed and begin hyperventilating. "Mila, are you okay?" She says frantically as she holds onto my shoulders.

My hand reaches up and holds onto my forehead. "Yeah I'm fine.. do the kids need to be put to bed?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"They fell asleep an hour ago, I'm about to head out.. did you need anything?" She asks and I shake my head.

"I'm okay.. thank you Victoria." I smile and she gives me a skeptical look.