Trust ...?
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Ongoing23m
Last published Sun, Sep 11, 2016
"who are you?"I asked this tall lanky man.
"I am your father."he said. I instantly shook my head in disbelief.
"noo!"I semi-yelled
"I know it's alot to sink in but its true"he said walking closer.
"no stay away from me." yet he came closer patting my back for reinsurance.
THIS felt real fake I mean if he is my father why would he come to me now? Where's my mother? Did he hear about me winning the lottery and want some money from me? Why. Why Why? These thoughts made me cry. I got up ad ran out with the thoughts running on my mind while I was running out the door right in to August Alsina's arms.
"Hey ma, why you crying?"August asked with his thick nolen accent. I was about to reply when that man walked out the house.
"im sorry I should've found you sooner than this."he shouted
"You sir are not my dad so Stfu!"I said looking at August then i ran ang got in my car pulling off leaving them both pondering. "Im sorry August" I mouthed
maybe I should've Stayed....
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