Andrew pov..
Sitting down, I look up as I wonder why things feel strange. Why do I really want to know who my father is, and why do I have this feeling that I am different from what I expected?
I lay down on the grass at the back of the house as I keep looking up at the sky. I feel like I need to be alone at the moment. I feel scared all of a sudden, as if something bad is about to happen. But why do I feel scared? What is really going on?
After a while, I felt a presence, and when I looked, it was Linda. I had already told her to stay away, and I don't understand why she keeps coming to me.
"Can I talk to you?" she asks, but I don't say a word and act as if I didn't hear her.
"Please, Andrew, I just want to talk to you."
I look at her, and I could see she was about to cry. I didn't care about her tears. I don't care if she wants to cry from now until the next day.
"What is wrong with you? Why can't you just let me be?"
