"I just want your dad to be proud of you."
"like he'd bother being here." I quietly mumbled.
"But you were always lazy."
"Lazy?!" I exclaimed, "I admit that I don't listen to his damn requests, but what person who has brain tumor would want to do that?"
I solemnly admit that I had Brain Tumor back when I was 10, which, fortunately, was cured when I was 15.
It was hard. Having head splitting headaches 24/7.
I used to just sit on my bed and ask uncle to read me a book. Books always seem to calm me, though it was a bit hard when I read them, misreading some of the words, and by misreading them, it leads to misunderstanding.
My mom didn't let my dad know anything about my condition.
She was so hopelessly in love with him that she forgot that she had a kid.
she wanted everything to be perfect for him.
"He never was proud because he didn't even bother to try! I never met his standards! I never could! because I had tumor, mom! Tumor!" I belted out.
"And because of that, your father left us! you should have listened to him and obeyed him!"
Yet she blames me for that.
"You should have told him that I had brain tumor!" I hollered on, "But you didn't, because you wanted everything to be perfect!"
"So that he could love us, love you!"
"If he really did love me, or us, he wouldn't leave us for another girl!"
"You don't have the right to say the that!"
"Mom! Stop being ridiculous! You're in the real world!" I continued, "And why are you even here? I remember you swearing that you will never ever visit this house ever again."
She barged in here at six in the morning.
Okay, so she may have not barged in immediately. She was knocking on the door and yelling for me to come out. (threatened even)
Which resulted me into waking up and realizing that I was wrapped in James amazing arms. Woah. where did that come from? Ew. And when I say "ew", it's not like, "eeeew" its ,"ēw"
Enough.
Anyway, she said she had heard about the news about my birthday, which had led to this.
"He left us because of you! I tried everything! Yet he still chose her!" mom yelled.
"Don't blame me! He left us because he had a child with her! A damn child!" I continued, "He never was happy with me! He always compared me to Maryn!"
Talk about Maryn. Maryn was my best friend since childhood. She never told me who her father was. Whenever I'd ask, she'd always change the subject and do weird things. I thought it was just a touchy subject, but I was wrong.
I found out that we had the same dad when dad left us.
And then my mom remarried.
I was only 12 when my father left us.
FLASHBACK 4 YEARS AGO
As I was explaining my side of the story to Dad, he cut me off and said, "Enough. I don't want to hear it. All you ever talk about is trash."
