“See? That’s what happens when you don’t tell your son the truth about his father,” Shiela told me while we were on FaceTime on Sunday night.
Paul is already sleeping in his room and I am here, calling my best friend because I have just faced one of the hardest questions in my life from my son.
It was as if I was caught red-handed because I have never expected him to ask me that as early as now. I wasn’t prepared to answer that yet!
And I don’t know when I will be really ready to answer that.
“What did you tell him then?” Shiela asked.
I sighed. “I didn’t answer it. I opened another more interesting topic and Paul definitely caught the bait.”
Shiela let out a boisterous laugh from the other line. She’s shaking her head as she held onto her stomach that’s probably hurting because o
