Mia

I looked at the men sitting in the living room like they had three heads. I was surprised to see them. I was more than surprised. I hadn't seen them in years and didn't think I was ever going to.

I knew who they were, even though we didn't have a relationship. Even if I didn't know who they were, their uncanny resemblance to my dad would have jogged my memory. I wanted to cry at the sight of them as I remembered dad. Why did they have to come here and open my wounds? It was hard living as if I didn't miss my father and now, they...