“Cappadonna is your birth father,” I revealed, taking a huge sigh of relief and leaning back in my chair. Capella screwed his face up and looked at me like I was stupid. “You made me come all the way to fucking Brooklyn to tell me some shit that I already knew.” “What do you mean something that you already knew?” “I already knew. Jasmine had more fucking balls and heart to tell me than my so called mother. What was this supposed to be? Some moment where we connected, cried and ate pasta to celebrate our new formed relationship as mother and son?” Why were my feelings so hurt at the way he
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