Don’t call me your son

Adil.

My grip on the steering tightened as I drove to the office.

Never have I seen someone asides me stare at Tehilla so tenderly, it’s part of the reason I never hired a stay at home nanny for her and I took pain to bring her up myself, because I just felt like nobody would actually look after her the way I would.

But with Janelle it was different, they might be strangers to each other but I just had a deep feeling of security, that my daughter was safe with her.

The image of the both of them together earlier flashed through my eyes again, I felt bad for lying to her, but I still choose to take care of that in the future.

My Phone began to ring, rudely intercepting my thoughts, I diverted my gaze to the phone holder in front of me, it was the only person I’ve had as a friend almost all my life, I gently swiped on the receiver and his voice came through.

“Is this how we do it now?! You had a wedding and failed to invite me for it,” he said, I rolled my eyes to the back of my head as