“What bad thing did you do that you're scared to tell me?”
He keeps quiet.
“Dario, I need you to tell me please.”
He shifts his attention back to the stars.
“Promise me you won't hate me.”
“I can never hate you.”
“Just promise me that.”
I nod “I promise.”
“I was 7 when I came back home that day from school. I had just gotten an award for being the best in the class and that day my dad was oddly home—” He pauses “—he is never home. I walk into his room and the door was slightly open, he had a woman on top of me. A woman that was not my mother. I kept still but I was burning with anger, I couldn't just walk in like that; I knew my dad wouldn't like that.”
I gave a soft rub on his chest.
“I left. I didn't tell my mom. No one was ever really home, it was me and my siblings and I woul
