Paul had a frown on his face.
How dare she?
He knew she was sick, but still.
How could she confuse him with Julian?
He wasn't Julian and she was supposed to know that.
She gave birth to him and as much as she wasn't mentally ill, she didn’t have a right to confuse him with Julian.
This was why he never came to see her.
He thought to himself.
Because she would end up saying something that would make him either mad or break his heart.
He knew she preferred Julian to him. It had always been that way ever since they were kids.
But Julian wasn’t here anymore.
It was him and she had to live with that.
"Where is Julian?"
"Mother, this is Paul, not Julian." He was fighting back his anger.
“Paul is not my son.” He felt a pinch on his chest when she said that. How could she claim he wa
