Then one day I get home from school and there is this strange man sitting on the couch in our living room. I just walked by like nothing because I didn’t know who he was. He says, “You can’t say hi to your dad”? I’m like, “Excuse me”? He says, “It’s me, your dad, don’t you recognize me”? (Obviously not!!). I gave off a little laugh (it’s what I do when I get nervous or scared) and proceeded to walk to my room. Guess who’s blocking the hall way? You guessed it. Grandma! She tells me to get over there and give your dad a hug and tell him hello and that you miss him. Uhhhhh, no I don’t!! I gave a half ass wave and attempted once again to go to my room. Grandma was not having it. She’s like, “Go talk to your dad, don’t be so stubborn”. I had nothing to say to this guy, didn’t even look him in his eyes when he would talk. He would say stupid things like, how big I was and how I was his baby and we were inseparable and I kept thinking, “sure, ok, if that helps you sleep at night”. I didn’t believe anything that was coming out of his mouth, especially since I didn’t have any memories of him whatsoever. I just wanted to go to my room. Then, oh my gosh, then, this jerk has the nerve to tell me to make him something to eat because he heard I was a good cook. Are you freaking serious right now!!!! Man, my blood was boiling. This time I looked him dead in his eyes and said, “I’ll never cook for you”!! He gave this half smile as his way of shrugging it off, but I knew I jammed a knife straight through that lumpy thing where his heart should have been. Oooooh, grandma was pissed!! She sent me to my room. Well!!! If I would have know that’s all I had to do to go to my room, that would have been the first thing out of my mouth. Haha…..