“What did I like to eat when I was a kid? What did I like to do?” I went on, and when she just stared at me, mouth opening and closing like she couldn’t decide on what to say, I blew up. “You gave birth to me, and you can’t fucking tell me what day it happened!” I snapped, and she jumped back some. “Get the fuck out.” I stood, calming down. She had me acting out of character, and I wasn’t fucking with it. “Asif, wait, baby—” “Get out, Nori, or I swear to God I won’t go as easy on you as my pops did. Where I send you, you won’t be able to come back from.”
