Chapter 8: Strange
The man writing notes
The way the room smelled of coffee and wood
How the windows were closed and it was dark
The dim lights
"Tell me a bit about yourself, Goten."
What should I say? Say the truth or what mom always told me to say?
"My best friend is Trunks, my dad is amazing, and I love video games."
He did not seem impressed with my answers
Just writing notes
The room feeling stuffy
Dad fidgeting in his seat
"You can be honest here. This is a safe place. How did you feel when you found out you were going to meet your father?"
Why that question
Why it always was that question
The man I call dad
He is the strangest thing in this whole room
The only thing that seems out of place
The only thing that feels to not belong
"I wasn't too sure. I was excited to meet the person everyone told me about. Yet…"
I couldn't figure out the right words
The words to say
How scared I was
How frightening this person would not accept me
"Take your time. There's no rush."
I looked up to dad and recall the shock I felt
No amount of pictures
Or words
Could ever ready me to see his face
The face everyone else knew and loved
The face people see as hope
The strangest face that I ever saw
A face that took me so long
To get used to seeing
A person
I had to get used to being around
A stranger in my life
That I now call
Dad