"You should go with him… to Italy. I heard it's a really nice country. I'm sure you will like it there," Grandmother Susan spoke again after a while of crying and she wiped her tears with her flowery handkerchief.
Meanwhile, Gael harshly wiped his tears with the back of his hand and with his rough voice, he responded, "I'm not going, Grandma. I'm staying here."
"He's your father… It would be best for you to stay with him. You don't have a male figure here. You need someone you can look up to…"
He found her reasoning ridiculous. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want anything to change. "You're siding with him…" was all he could mutter.
"Don't think of it that way…"
He felt her warm hand caress his back and it felt nice but he was still mad. "Don't you want me around anymore, Grandma? I will graduate soon… just a couple more years and I'll be off to college. You don't even have to take care of me that much. How could you just give me away to that… mobster?"
