Nolen continued his story "You see my mother's name is Diana. My father, my old pal, was a drugee and got in and out of jail every now and then. She always stood in the doorway and watched him exit the doorway and probably from our lives too, deflated at the thought of the months that stood, like an immense immovable object, between her and his next visit." But one day things started to go south for Nolen's father, so Diana herself had to move out of his life along with Nolen, permanently this time, to make sure that Nolen doesn't turn out like his father. But it was too late, Nolen picked up his father's habit of drugs. He dropped out of college behind her mother's back. His mother never really had much time for him, she worked every other odd job to fill up their stomach, tution, fees and house maintenance.
It was too late by the time Diana realised what Nolen, her son, had fallen into. He lived like a dull blade with no purpose in his life. His eyes always evading his mother, on the risk of her finding out. One day his father showed up in his life as he was doing drug trade around the corner of a street. He beat the crap out of Nolen, he blamed himself for turning his one and only son like own reflection. He was a good man but drugs..... drugs got the better of him. The very evening he came with me to meet my mother..