REINA
After Sebastian left the room, I was there, facing my son, trying to look for words to say to him.
He was also speechless for about a minute.
"Hello, mother."
He finally said.
"Why Mark?"
I replied.
"Why what? I don't understand."
He asked.
"Why did you leave your father, Mark?"
I asked, plainly.
"He's not my father and you know it."
He was getting mad again.
"And when I was trying to explain it to you, you just took off like that, not caring because you wanted a father so badly."
I responded with the same level of anger.
"I was ten years old. What did I know? I was a child."
His voice was rising higher.
"An arrogant one indeed."
"You know what? You were not always there for me and even though you promised heaven on earth when you came back from your 'trip' you coul
