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No Son of Mine
"Are you going to tell me where you learned to do that?" She asked.
"My father taught me when I was little." He said, as the gold coin danced across his fingers.
She pulled her legs up under her chin and rested it on her knees. "Oh…" She said softly.
"I'm glad you're here." He said reaching out for her hand.
She clasped his fingers across the space between them as he pocketed his medallion. "I couldn't let you come back here alone.
"I can't believe he's gone." He choked back the tears in his throat. "I used to think I'd be happy to hear…" He swallowed hard. "I just thought it would be different."
She sat up and moved across the bed to cradle him in her arms. "He was your dad, no matter what he did or said."
"He rejected me…" He said shrilly. "I thought I was over it, but I'm not. All I can think about are the things we never got to experience. Now we never will and it's not fair."
"No… It's not fair… Think how much worse you would feel if you hadn't cleared the air with him. Yes, you'll miss the times you never had, but now you don't have to feel the emptiness of never hearing his side of the story."
"I know you're right," he said, pulling away from her arms and rising from the bed. "It's time to get ready." He held out his hand to her. "Please help me get through this day."
"Always," she promised.
