Not so much someone, but something. Jessica and I could stay in the same room without ever saying a word. We didn’t need to speak. We were connected somehow like that. I used to hate my dad for sending me away to protect her, it was only after he visited me that I learnt it was to protect everyone. He wanted to look after his son, but his wife hated having me around. I was a reminder of the love that he used to have, and he lost her when she died. It started when my mom was on her way to meet dad. Her parents didn’t approve, and they tricked her, knowing her plans. Dad thought that he had been stood up and went on a drunken binge until he met Angela. They got married after a few dates. Everyone questioned what the rush was, but he knew the reason. He had lost his love and didn’t know how to handle being alone. Soon after, Mom found out about his wedding. She didn’t have a chance to tell him that she was pregnant. It was too late. My family brought me up, until the car accident, when I lost my mom and was sent to my dad. A complete stranger. He never even knew I existed. Grandma thought it was a better way for me to be brought up. They couldn’t afford to keep me, because grandpa fell ill too. I still visited her, kept in touch. Shit, I even planned to buy her a new house when I got my first big contract.
