A Spaniard boy by the name of Rain comes to the city of New York where he finds someone who impacts his life for better and for worse. While he changes mentally and physically, he strives to rise above the conflict that comes his way heavily. He fin...
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"We need to have a man to man talk." I eyed him from above my cup.
"That depends, you ready to come at me like a man and not tell me what I'm supposed to do with my business?"
"I deserved that but don't get too far outta hand. I just want to get over this."
"And how you expect me to do that? I should get outta hand with you. You may be my Pops but I'll smack the shit out you. The only reason I'm here is because of the person I love. The one y'all disrespected on multiple occasions because y'all so far up y'all asses and stuck in your ways."
"And you're right son, I can't argue with you about that. But I can guarantee you that we've changed. Whether you see it or not, we have learned to get over ourselves cause like you said it's not out business."
"And it damn sure wasn't yours. When I was 17, you ain't come home for a year straight before that. Act like you ran shit when you came back though. You had no right stepping into my house and telling me what I'm supposed to do when you weren't doing your job as a father. You can't tell me shit about what I possibly do when you can't even assume the role you have as a parent."
"And what makes you think I wanted to be gone for that long?! I had to work my ass off and I didn't contact you guys just because I wanted to be a deadbeat or sum. I had no line of communications out of the country, wasn't even allowed and even though I wanted to call y'all and tell you I love you and allat—-I couldn't!"
"Even then...how could you dictate what goes on around here when you weren't even there? I could actually give less of a fuck that you weren't here, it's the fact you chose to shit on my fiancé and call him some ugly bullshit instead of just getting to know the son you left behind for a while! Was that so hard—-was it hard to accept me!"
"It was and I can't lie because imma always lay out the truth to you. And I was ignorant as fuck for just seeing to it that you were what I wanted you to be, straight and allat mess that doesn't even matter—shouldn't matter. Because you'll always be my son no matter what. You all I got and it's my fault for acting out and not accepting reality."
It was really hard to stand in front of him in this situation. My mind wouldn't allow me to sit up and here and rock with this shit cause once you fuck up with me that's it. But my gut is telling me something different.
"I'm a grown man now so I make my own decisions, live how I want, and do what I want. So if I let you back in, you don't get to have a say on that. Is we straight?", I held out a hand as he looked down at it. He shook it and pulled me into a hug as he patted my back.
