I know you have every reason to doubt me," the woman said when we sat down, her voice was filled with pain. "But I promise you, I am your mother. And I have a lot to explain, things that you deserve to know,".
"Just get it over and done with," I mumbled turning away from her.
"My name is Felicia by the way," she started "I grew up poor, on this side of the world and like most girls I had to fend for myself from an early age. I couldn't afford school. When I was 16 years old, I met your father," she paused as a tear rolled down her eyes.
"He was a good man. He would give me a lot of tips after he and his friend came to drink and he was nice to me. He never tried to touch me like all the other men did and he promised to help me back to school. I could get a college degree, find a job and finally leave the slum. Back then, I didn't know who he was at the time. I just knew he works with a new company that wanted to open an amusement park in town and…".
