I stared at my father in shock. He was looking at me as if I had somehow betrayed him.
“He... He went through his transformation?” He asked.
“Well, yes. Today’s his birthday” I replied.
“I... Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.
I raised a brow. “You don’t know your own kid’s birthday and it’s my job to tell you?” I asked.
He glared at me. “I meant why didn’t you tell me he was transforming? I could have helped”
“If you’d known his birthday you would have been prepared” it was like since I’d told my father off the first time, I could do it without prompting now. I kind of liked it. There was a lot I had taken from my father without being able to say a word but now, now I could speak up and I wasn’t keeping quiet.
“You stole that moment from me Angela” he said, actually sounding mad.
