Jordan
That bastard man I used to call Dad was coming to our house. I could see Mom's face lightened up as if the brightest lamp was switched on. She put so much effort into preparing every meal for dinner. All for an irresponsible man she always loved very dearly.
And it made my blood boil with anger.
Not because I hated seeing Mom happy like this. Hell, I was happy if she was happy too. Because it had been a rare occasion to see her being all smiley. But what made me bubbling up in anger was him.
That man who was shamelessly came home after all of these years.
What did he want?
"You've grown up so much, Jordan." He said to me while we were having dinner together.
I kept my mouth shut and stuffed it with food nonstop. I got to find a reason so I didn't need to answer his question. And having a mouth full of food was the only thing that crossed my head.
"Jordan." Mom said to me with a slightly rising tone.
