"What?" I asked him without thinking.
"My mother was half Japanese." Michael raised his glass to take a drink from it.
"She was?" I was shocked that his mother was Asian. He didn't look like a mixed-race kid. He looked more like his father.
"Shocking, is it? I get that a lot actually." He softly laughed and pointed at her. "You're not the only one that gets shit."
"I- I had no idea." I swallowed hard and tried to comprehend what he had just told me. Tears began to pour from my eyes as I realized how wrong I had been. How awful I had been. "And the children's hospital?" I sniffed as I locked my gaze with his, not finding the will to care if he saw my broken heart in my dark eyes.
"The children's hospital is..." Michael sighed as he walked around the island to sit beside me. "My mother
