I didn't have the foggiest idea what else to say as of now, since it was so difficult for me to acknowledge these realities and sentiments in me at the present time. There was such an excess of happening in my mind that I just couldn't grasp the way that this could truly be valid and that my father had never adored me as a matter of fact.
"But you have me however," Fulton said. "We see one another. As a matter of fact, when you graduate, I believe you should work with me in the C.A.M association. Make our own office, make it the best. We don't merit our dads, we merit us. Consider it."
He got up and gone on with his work, as I remained there, lost and confounded. It was so difficult for me to see all of this. Maybe it was another person's life. Like my own life wasn't genuine any longer since these things had occurred in my mind and in my life as a matter of fact.
