He stopped before me.
" Can I sit with you?" He asked and because he did so respectfully, I nodded in agreement.
After a moment of silence passed, I turned to look at him.
" Tell me about our parents." I requested. Javier smiled, like he had been waiting for he to ask that.
" Our father passed away during the attack. He sacrificed himself for us." He revealed. Hearing that didn't affect me in any way. Maybe because I never knew about this so called father. We never had any relationship and growing up, I always resented that unknown man. Every time I asked my mom about my father, she would look sad and miserable. To me, that meant he was never good to her. Now, knowing that the woman I called my mom for years wasn't my biological mother, I didn't need to know how to feel about him anymo
