Michael
I never thought I'd call a boy "dad". But my mother thinks otherwise. She called it love, and the press called it the impulse of a woman with a lot of money and little love. Michael walked into my house in a suit that fit every fold, a good smile as if he was born to be nurtured. He bowed his head to greet me, so polite that it was fake. "Hello. From now on... I'll take care of you instead of you, okay?"
About Michael
I never thought I'd call a boy "dad". But my mother thinks otherwise. She called it love, and the press called it the impulse of a woman with a lot of money and little love. Michael walked into my house in a suit that fit every fold, a good smile as if he was born to be nurtured. He bowed his head to greet me, so polite that it was fake. "Hello...Read more