I sat down with my mother last night and we talked. I told her everything. She cried which really made me sad, but what really broke my heart was when she asked me to stay and watch a movie with her. It was important to herthat I stay. We watched the movie me and her watched the night my father told us he was leaving. The Liar came in at one point and he looked at us. I dont know something in him looked real sad. I noticed that before he walked away. We didnt talk about him last night but my mom promised me that we would real soon.

I had my mother back even if it was only for two hours. She made me promise to keep her informed about my tumors. I also talked to my stepfather for a bit. He was angry with me because I didnbt tell her earlier. I felt ashamed because no one made him angry like that and I certainly didnt want to do that. I showed him everything I had written on here and he semed to understand. We talked some more over coffee and then he went with me to meet my father.

My father and I havent seen each other in months. I decided to keep him out of my life for a little while so when I approcahed him we both had to swallow our pried. He looked at me for a long time before either of us said anything. I couldnt keep going like this so I broke the ice and I gave him a hug. It took a lot from me to do that and I could tell that he understood because we were both in tears by the time I broke away from him.

We talked ofr two hours after this. My stepfather and My father actually got along for once even though I know they did it for my sake. This whole situation took me back to when I was a kid and I could tell my father everything. I told him about the tumors. My father started to cry before I could even tell them they were benign.

Then we moved on to other subjects. The subjects that had our relationship strained. The problem is that we are so much the same person that clash sometimes. He told me the whole truth for once. This however shocked me. My father cheated on my mother but not when we thought he did, a fact that my stepfather confirmed. My father left my mother because he was ahamed of something he did before I was even three years old. He just never told her about it and then it catched up to him. So he left, just like me he left and took care of it on his own. Now he has nothing but the little apartment he lives in and two sons, one he didnt know existed until I was fifteen, and one that until last night hated him.

I asked why no one told me this. My father says that I already know who my brother is. So i aske dwho it was and my stepfather tells me. Suddenly I understood my father more than anyone in the world. He is the same man that I am becoming. So we said our goodbyes and I headed home...

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