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Chapter 4

Work today felt so slow. Probably because of all the day dreaming I have been doing.

Fuck this nigga 'Dalaun' for screwing with my head.

I opened the door to my house, hoping my mother wouldnt be home. I got excited to see that the tv in the living room wasn't on but unfortunately the light in the kitchen was on.

I tried to walk as quickly as I could past the kitchen but failed miserably.

"Angie!", my mother called.

I turned on my heels and walked into the kitchen. "Yes, ma?"

"I need your half of the rent and electric. Just 'cause you my daughter doesnt mean you can't help around here."

I sighed. "Ma, you know I always pay you half of the rent. Here." I pulled out my wallet and wrote a check for four hundred dollars.

She grabbed it out of my hand and walked out of the kitchen, going to her room and shutting the door.

I sat down at the kitchen table. My feet were killing me so I needed to sit for a while.

There was a stack of mail on the table so I decided to see if my phone bill had come in. Going through the stack I didnt see anything until I came across a letter that came from someone named Verone Cruz.

Me being nosey I decided to open it.

Dear Andrea,

It has been twenty-two years and I still haven't heard from you. Maybe you moved or something so, I dont know. The letters haven't been sent back to me so maybe you're still there. Anyways, I'm going to say what I always say in my letters: Please let my daughter know that I want to see her. It has been twenty-two years goddamit. I think I have the right to be in her life. When this childish restraining order that you have is over I will be coming to see her no matter what. The results from the DNA test that you sent me proves that she was my daughter all along. Please do what is right and send her to me.

V. Cruz

By the time I was done reading the letter my hands were shaking. Somewhat from shock but mosty from anger. I was livid.

My dad had been trying to contact me for twenty-two years and my mom had been the sole reason for why I never had a father in my life. She always made me feel like shit by telling me that my father never wanted me. Why had she lied to me? I didnt know but I was about to find out.

With the letter clenched in my right hand, I stormed down the hallway and banged on her door with my left.

"Why the fuck are you ba-" She was quickly cut off when I shoved the letter into her chest. She took the letter and a look of shock crept over her face.

"Explain.", I said sternly.

She nodded and walked passed me into the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the chairs. I followed behind her, sitting at the chair opposite of her. I wanted to see her face to face so that way she couldnt lie to me.

" I was pregnant at the time that your father left me", she began. "But I wasnt sure if the baby was his."

I looked at her in shock. She cheated?

"I know what you're thinking and yes, it's true. I did cheat. Your father owned a huge law firm downtown. He worked long hours and I barely saw him. I became unhappy for such a long time. One day, I began to talk to one of the neighbors. At first it was just small talk but then it turned into talks over glasses of wine and shortly into long talks over dinner. I was blinded by his kindness but I had no intention in sleeping with him. That is until one night. Your father had just gone out of town and I invited him over for dinner, the neighbor that is. Long story short, we drank a little too much wine and ended up sleeping together.