“How could they have done such a horrible thing? They didn’t let me see my grandparents. I could have had five years with them before they died. Maybe Grandpa would have had something to live for after Grandma went.” Jason hiccupped. “They never told me that the house was paid for. They let me think they were worried about the mortgage. Yet, the house was always mine. He was my father. Why didn’t he tell me the truth?”
“He was a horrible person. My mother was dying and he was with Ann. Then I worked so hard to help them make ends meet and I didn’t have to do it. It wasn’t my job. I could have gone to college and pleased myself.” Jason sobbed and pounded his fists on the sofa.
“They told me I wasn’t the son they expected me to be because I told them I was gay when I turned thirteen. I tho
