Alexander

I look at the man I once called my father; the same man who failed raising me. Thinking back about what he had done in the past, it hurts. It doesn't matter if he didn't do a great job being a father but what matters most is that he failed being a husband. How can he just say that he doesn't love her anymore? How can anyone do that to someone?

I grip harder onto the door, finding some source to hold. ''You lost the chance to call me your son when you left, eighteen years ago.'' I say through gritted teeth, holding back my anger. I can't be...