The Reason

We drive to a Starbucks in the middle of San Diego, which is pretty far but whatever...
"Two hazelnut frappuccinos please." Tony orders. The lady over the counter hands them over and we walk outside and sit at one of the tables.

"So what's up?" I say, trying to start conversation.
"Well, like I said, I need to talk to you about your parents." Tony says.
"Okay."

"So, Vic probably doesn't want you to know this, but you deserve to know. The oher day when he came home super late, he was with your mom."

"I know."

"Okay, and, um, well he got crazy drunk with her and they were about to do... things.." He said awkwardly.

"I know what happened, Tony. I woke up when Mike was yelling at him at like 2 A.M. I heard everything. They were yelling at each other for about...two hours maybe?"

"I'm so sorry Kitzie. I really am. And I know that your dad feels horrible about what happened because he feels guilty just looking at a picture of you."

"I just don't undrstand why he would do this... I thought he hated my mom..."

"I don't understand either.. but we have to learn that things you can't control happen."

"I know.."

We sat there for a few minutes, not saying anything when his phone beeped. He quickly typed something back then said, "Hey Kitz?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you doing anything important tomorrow in class?"

I racked my brain to see if any of my teachers said anything about the next day but nothing came up.

"I don't think so. We already took finals, so..."

"Cool. Do you mind skipping tomorrow?"
Skipping a day of being hated and tourtured? Hell yeah.

"No. But why?"

"Your mom wants to spend the day with you."

"...why..." I say. I thought she didn't want me?

"She hasn't actually met you yet and she wants to." Tony says, getting up and tossing out our now empty cups. We walk to the car and I ask, " But why now? Why not when I was younger?"

"That," Tony says, starting the car, "I don't know. But, in my opinion, you should give her a chance. I mean, after all, she is your mom. A mother should have the chance to know her own child."

"Maybe you're right.." I say.

"Just think about it and tell me what you think later, Yeah?"

'Okay. But, does dad know about this?"

"No."

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