With my father, that was a loaded question, spanning from, “Will I finally keep my mouth closed about him cheating on my mother?” to “Am I going to start being more like my brother?” The smirks on their faces were hard to read. My mom’s lips parted with a look of disappointment. I’d probably always disappoint my dad, but disappointing my mom was different. She was the only one who cared or showed interest in getting to know Winter.
ugh their father was a dick boy
