Our seatbelts clicked as we fastened them. My brother looked out his side of the window as we both saw Joan Mullins waving goodbye to us as we were about leave her view.
We waved back, smiling—thankful and glad that we met her for the second time.
As we drove off from her house, Mason kept looking out the window.
"Are you alright, bro?" I asked Mason.
"I'm happy," my brother responded to me as he smiled, "I'm happy than I could ever be right now."
He wiped his face as I could see tears coming down from his face.
"Are those happy tears or sad tears?" I asked him.
"They are happy tears," he said, "they are happy tears."
I was proud for and of my little brother. He did something that he wanted to do, and he accomplished it.
"You know what, John?" he asked me as he stopped looking out of the window—looking at me.
"What, brother? What's on your mind?" I asked him.
"Although I was hesitant about going to find out about my father," he continued, "I'm glad that I did it. I wished that I could've met him. I wished that my mother would've told me the truth..."
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Imperfect
RomanceEveryone and everything assumes to be perfect, or that's what people think... "Imperfect" tells the story, an imperfect story, of two imperfect people who are truly in love with each other. Although the years they've been together, will their paren...
