"You need to calm down now. This conversation is over." Greg hit the table and stood up
"Tell me the truth right now. Was I adopted? Did you pick me up from some trash? If yes, I would gladly go back. I prefer living as trash, than to be considered your son."
"You are upset, just go and rest your flight is tomorrow"
Hudson laughter as he bite his lips and looks up and drops his head down.
"Wait, what? My flight is tomorrow? You have to be kidding me. You didn't even ask, you just do it, I'm not a little boy, I have a life I want to live separately from you. And to be clear, I am not leaving.
And at times I doubt the story through tell me about Dennis, I feel like his story is my story. Maybe I was the one you picked and not him. He is your Son not me. Remember what you told me, that I
