Watching your mother deal with a nasty divorce was probably the worst thing you ever experienced. You had to bear witness to the arguments between your mother and father, and you eventually landed in your mothers custody.

She was as good a mother as she could be considering the circumstances; she tried her hardest to let you live a normal life.

But after your mothers sudden passing, you were left with no place to go. No place to go, besides your fathers; and that is how you ended up in his truck, driving you home from the hospital after the news.

The silence was awkward and the air was full of tension. You hadn’t talked to this man that you considered a stranger in years.

“You doin’ okay, kid?”

He spoke up, his voice gruff from years of smoking; a habit he picked up after the divorce, and one he’d probably have to unlearn now that he had to take care of you.