Part 8

So, my mother’s all naive not knowing about anything going on around her and she had a nerve to say; what gift did your father give me. My father was pleading for me not to say anything but I just killed two people honoring his name, just to find out he’s a whole child molester, then he has the guts to have unprotected sex with my mom. The nerve of this guy! I started to explain to my mom what happened and out of nowhere my dad blurts out that she’s not going to believe me because she’s not my mom anyway. I'm looking at him, looking at her, and I may have repeated that for a few minutes without saying a word. She just sat there on the edge of the sofa rocking back and forth, shaking her head. I never seen my mom like this, well, this person I thought was my mom. I decided to play my father’s game with him and told this estranged woman that my father has HIV. The rocking stopped almost immediately, crazy has left the building yall. She stood up, told me that she was my mother because she raised me but if I wanted to know the feelings of the person that gave birth to me then I’m looking for answers she don’t have. She said she can share a lot of childhood memories about my birth mother……