It just clicks with me. Mr. Hernandez knew that I was under the curse that's why he's following me wherever I go because he wanted me safe. He was just doing his part as a father. I'm surprised by how fast my system accepts such groundbreaking information, but what I can't accept is that my parents that brought me up aren't really my parents.
Iʼm not hurt by the fact that Mr. Hernandez is my father. The truth doesn't devastate me as what I've formerly thought, I'm hurt by the other truth about the people that held my hands when I was trying my first step aren't really related to me by blood. My parents love me so much. They really do and so do I to them.
They never treat me differently from my brothers. But they are still my parents, right? I'm still their son and I'm still part of the
