Taking and giving

“Who was her father to you?” I asked Carlos later that evening. Curiosity had been eating me out, but I wanted to act mature and simple, so I initially decided not to ask.

It wasn’t late but after the drama that had happened that day, everyone had retreated early, and Carlos went to our room with me.

I wasn’t sleepy so I sat on the bed while he lay down with his eyes closed. He opened them when he heard my question.

“I like to think of him as my sponsor.” He replied, sitting up and looking into my eyes.

“Sponsor?” Why is that? “I wasn't expecting that answer, of all things.”

“When I left home. He was the one who took me in.” Carlos said simply.

“Wait! Did you run away from home? From your dad? Frank?” I was shocked. “Why am I always the last to hear things like this? You only tell me the boring stuff.” I whined.

He smiled and pulled me close, placing a kiss on my forehead. “I tell you all the important stuff.” I was distracted for a moment when he kissed my forehead. Not because of t