ADLEY
The evening started rocky to the point that Mykel was ready to walk out.
After dinner, I got a chance to get to know his father. The man was a jerk, but he was making his amends, and he had nothing but respect for his ex-wife, who he abandoned. And who was I to judge against someone willing to change to be a better version of himself?
We all had issues, made mistakes, and learned each step in our lives. We fell, stood up, and started over. That was all that mattered.
While Mykel was tensed the entire time, he exchanged a little conversation with his father’s girlfriend.
“You have an accent. Where you from?”
“I was born Queens, but my parents are originally from Colombia.”
“That tells your skin. It’s lovely. I’m jealous,” I butted in.
“Do they approve of your
