“What’s that, Gabe?” I looked up from the mail to see mom watching me. She was having a good day; there was color in her cheeks.
“It’s nothing.” I said, trying to stuff the envelope into the trash.
“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be trying to hide it would you?” She snatched the letter with the bright red ink marking it as undeliverable. “You wrote your father. Why would you do that?”
“Because I wanted him to know I was going to college.”
“He won’t care about that. He has never cared about you!”
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Date: 2010-07-16 07:13 pm (UTC)From:“It’s nothing.” I said, trying to stuff the envelope into the trash.
“If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be trying to hide it would you?” She snatched the letter with the bright red ink marking it as undeliverable. “You wrote your father. Why would you do that?”
“Because I wanted him to know I was going to college.”
“He won’t care about that. He has never cared about you!”
“I know, mom. I’m sorry.”