We are on the way to the prison now. I am uneasy. I am not prepared to see him now. But I guess this is the time to talk to him even for the sake of my brother. However, I do not know how to even talk to our biological father.
"Babe? Are you okay?" Paul asked. He noticed how uneasy I was.
"If you cannot do it, I can talk to him instead. Besides, he is still the father of my best friend," Paul offered.
I cleared my throat before I answered him.
"No, I think, I need to talk to him too" I answered.
"Just let me know if you need help," Paul said.
I nodded and released a deep breath. My hand is shaking and sweating coldly as we are nearing the facility.
When we arrived, we headed immediately to the jail guards and asked for the officer in charge of our dad.
We came just in time since the old man just come back from his tasks. He was assigned to clean up in the administrative office as part of his community service.
