"I want you to know that I'm really proud of you." He says, sincerely. "Your real Dad would have been too."
"Don't say that." I whine. "To me you are my Dad. Society and biology can go on saying otherwise. . . but you will always be.
As for the bastard who contributed to my birth, I just hope he is dead somewhere.
If he is alive, he should not even dare think of showing up to me and mom. No—he should, so then I can tell him to shove his parental rights right up in his ass!"
"Woah, that is venomous kid. Where did the hell did you pick that up from?" His eyes went a little wide in gentle surprise hearing me cuss. I could not hold back the laugh that escaped my throat.
"I mean it though." I say in a sincere tone. He smiles, "Between us, I hope he doesn't show up too." He somewhat whispers. I laugh again.
I only ever really laugh when I am around him. He always has this positive energy around him. It is almost like the morning sunlight. It is so soothingly warm.
