![]() I waited for a further explanation but none came. "Umm.this is not the way to the house." I said. So I looked outside the window in silence. If I were an uncaring bitch life would be so much easier. I spent the first few weeks in LA guilt ridden. Did that make me a bad person? I thought about my father, the major fight we had. His composure faltered for a moment and I saw the twenty three year old within. "If I had compassion too, I'd be weak." He said. "Are you sure you're her son? You seem to be lacking in the kindness department." She was an actress, she is the kindest woman on earth." "Well, I'm sure those sacrifices paid off." He said smirking like an arrogant bastard.
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