When I say that Abuella technically doesn't live with us, I don't mean she sleeps in the closet or anything dumb like that, only that we had built a small one-bedroom guest house in the massive backyard for her.
Now before you lot start bitching and moaning, let me make it clear, Paola was a primary regret of my fathers. Growing up with a father who was practically a playboy, we had our fair share of women come and go, moving in and leaving, throughout the years, but only ONE had ever tried getting to know Brenden and me, only one had ever been worth a shit in my eyes, and that was Paola.
However, because she was significantly younger than my father and wanted to move her mother up from Columbia to live with us, Dad broke it off with her. I had never seen her again after the six months she lived with us during my time in 7th grade.
