Later at Dinner
So he took me to a really nice Japanese grill. Over dinner we talked about our interests. Apparently he plays football but wants to be a professional chef. That's why he was in the cooking section. His father is some CEO of a big company. His mom passed away when he was young and he has an older sister who's in archery training for the Olympics. I tell him I come from a less impressive background.
My mom and dad had me and when I was 8 they divorced. Then my grandmother came to live with us when my grandfather passed. We were fine for a while. My mom met my step dad then which only brought us more bad luck because my grandmother had a stroke and passed in a year's time. Then my mom divorced my step dad. The most embarrassing thing I had to tell him was how many times I was hospitalized in the psychiatric ward and was in placement for a year. But on a brighter note my mom finally found the right guy and after a while he became like my real dad. Also I tell him I've always been interested in art and writing and have been practicing all my life.
I also told him I want to move to Seattle. I say that if I hadn't gone to placement I never would've met my best friend who's like a brother to me. His name is Rigo. He listens intently and grabs my hand giving it a little squeeze."I'm sorry," he says. "For what?" I asked a little puzzled. "That you had to go through that. But I promise you I'll make sure you don't hurt like that ever again" he says. I look at him then down at my food. "No one has ever said to me before," I say and noticed a tear roll down my face then wipe it away, "I'm sorry." "Don't be," he says then rubs my cheek.