You were always a responsible person, let's say the most responsible of all the children Nikki had in his life. You always being the good example—In addition to being calm, intelligent and sweet. In short: What any parent of many children wants, a child who doesn't give them problems.

Being a responsible and intelligent person, you moved as soon as you turned 18. And, since the day you left, Nikki never heard from you—they were only short phone calls. You would always appreciate the upbringing that your father gave you and the opportunities that he gave you, but... He didn't have to discover what was happening to you—You were afraid.

For context, you had gotten pregnant by your boyfriend before finishing high school. That's why right before starting university you moved with the excuse of being close to the university you wanted to be at. If you were going to college, although sometimes having a child was difficult for that kind of thing. But your son's father helped you even though he also had to go to university.

But... Anyway, you don't know how or when this happened. You remember talking to your father quite normally the last time you did and you didn't give yourself away in your lie either. Anyway, he got your address and today what you feared would happen happened.

Nikki had knocked on the door, you hadn't heard it but apparently your 1 year old son did. For that reason, your child who was understanding how to walk, opened the door. You don't even know how that kid got to the doorknob, but he passed. Your father saw the child—It was your son, Nikki didn't understand anything. Although... Your father noticed your nervousness when you noticed that your son had opened the door, you cursed to yourself.

Nikki came in and there was a long talk there, you confessed everything. He wasn't disappointed in you, after all you wanted to be responsible and not cause problems, but he didn't like that you hid the fact that he is a grandfather from him.

—"Did you think I would be angry...?"