"Old Shabby Jacket."

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Jack's POV

I stared down at the man who claimed to be my father. I had no words to say. I wasn't disappointed nor upset. I was just angry. If all these years he was alive he never paid a single visit to see me? Where had he been all this time? Why was he hiding? How come mom nor Jackélin told me he was alive.

They just said he was dead. But here is right in front of me. The man in the old shabby jacket is my father. The one who also needed to p,at a role in my life. He was missing. All this time I thought be was dead. But he is right here.

(Hello sorry for such a short chapter my mom is gonna whoop my ass if I don't go downstairs. Love ya!)

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