The next day.
I kept glancing at my mom in the car. Maybe it was finally time to open up… I just wondered why she took so long.
"Is there something on my face?" she raised a brow. That's when I noticed her skin…very smooth and flawless, and her body still looked like she was in her youthful era. Sometimes she was cold… sometimes she was mom.
Then the question I'd been dying to ask popped into my mind again. "Mom…"
She rolled her eyes and glanced at me. "What is it that you want?"
"Who is my father?"
She froze.
"What did he look like? Or what is he doing?" There wasn't a single picture of him, and she never mentioned him. I understood this woman at all… but I was dying to know that man.
She chuckled and looked out the window. "He's the reason I'm doing all these…" she murmured, then glanced at me. "You will know him very soon."
"Is he dead?"
"Jeeez!!" she gasped. I couldn't help but laugh. "I thought he was a ghost!"
