Too Little, Too Late
Grandma was so mad at me, she was waving her finger at me and talking under her breath with her lips so tight they were literally white. I didn’t care though, I feel how I feel and that’s it. Nothing you can say will change that especially when my mind is made up. Like I said before, I am very stubborn and you can say whatever you want to me but just know that it will go in one ear and right out the other. The half siblings were already spending the hundred dollars in their mind. I didn’t care, let them have it, it’s tainted with memories unknown from an absent “father” who was never there. I’m pretty sure I looked totally ungrateful to my family because the were sympathizing with him instead of me. Why did they care so much about his feelings? What? Because he sent a card with a lousy hundred dollar bill and all of a sudden he’s like super dad?! Give me a freakin break!! Where the hell was he our whole lives? Don’t try to be a dad now. It’s too late. I don’t know you and don’t care to know you. Why should I??