I had always had a pretty normal life. I lived with my mom in a small apartment in northen London, I excelled in all my classes, and had plenty of friends. The only problem with my life is I never knew who my father was. My mom never talked about him, and she cried when she did.
Being the curious child I always had been, when I was 13, I asked my mom why I never met my dad. My mom got tears in her eyes, and told her, "because Alexis, he was always a busy man. A few days before you were born, he dropped me off at this apartment and said he would always provide for us, even though he couldn't be around. And-" she was cut off by a sob that shook her whole body.
I never meant to upset my mom that day, I just wanted to know.
Anyways, that's just a little bit of by background. Now you'll hear the story about how the 16 year old girl nobody really cared about met her extremely loving father.
One Saturday afternoon, a few of my friends invited me to go to the shops with them. Normally I would have politely declined and gave a stupid reason as to why I couldn't go, but they either believe it or just drop it and would go without me. I had a gut feeling I should go, so I did. Oh, was I glad I went.
After walking around for a few hours, I dismissed myself and went to the local bookstore. This had always been my favorite place since forever, even though I never really enjoyed reading until about 2 years ago. Looking around the science fiction section, I noticed a man in a suit looking at me. I dismissed it, thinking he might be looking at something behind me.
I moved over to the teen-fiction section and I saw him watching me again. I was about to ask him what his problem was, when he said, "Alexis, can you please come with me? I'd like to speak to your mother, if you don't mind. Well, even if you do mind, I still need to speak with her."
"Who the hell are you, and what do you need to talk to my mother about?" I asked quizzically. This man kind of scared me, but he had this sense of sadness about him. Like he had been through a major loss. But why would he need to talk to my mum?
"I'll tell you after I tell her. Now come along. Pick out two books and I'll buy them for you." I stared at him like he had lost his mind. Which of course he had. First he wanted to talk to my mum, now he's offering to buy me books. That's not normal!
"Please, Alexis..I can tell you who your father is if you let me speak to your mother," he said. Woah. Now that's an offer I couldn't pass up, no matter who he was.
"Um, okay. Let me go grab the books, and I'll be ready." I went to grab the two books I wanted today, and handed them to him. He paid for them and we walked back to my apartment.
The walk was unpleasantly awkward. Neither of us said a word the whole walk, which was every bit of 45 minutes. When we finally arrived, my mum looked at him with a strange look on her face. it seemed to be a mix between sadness, anger, fear, and something else.
"You?" she whispered. "But..how?"
"Hello Rose. Good to see you again." The next thing I knew, my mum was sobbing uncontrollably. Oh, fantastic.