My thoughts were cut off when I heard him laugh. I stared at him and he was like a devil in disguise. I started to hate him. How I wish he really wasn't my father.
"Love? There's no such thing. You will only end up miserable if you continue to love someone. Love makes you weak." He said.
I felt like he had been hurt before. He was in love once but he was just too proud that he couldn't accept it.
"You're wrong. Love makes you stronger and a better person. Have you ever fallen in love?" I asked.
He was surprised, I could see it in his eyes. No words came out from his mouth.
"When will you want to do the DNA test?" He changed the subject by asking about the test.
"We could do it tomorrow here." Kyle answered.
Kyle was silent when we started talking about mother. I know he was also hurt by what we learned about mom. Like me, he never knew her. He was given to grandpa six months after he was born while mom died the day I was born. Fate really knows how to play tricks on us.
