Looking for the Princess of Diff’rent Strokes.

Seeing my son playing with his father so happily was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt for a long time. The sight of his tender eyes on our son was all I had ever imagined since I got the news that I was pregnant but now, it only serves to remind me of his betrayal. He wasn't there when Pedro was born neither was he present when he took his first walk or spoke his first words.

He left us. He chose his people over us and that thought alone sobers me up enough to wake up from this happy illusion that we are now one complete family. I grab the other hand of our son as we walk out of the amusement park in California he took us to. I spot the men that he had hired as an extra security measure to protect us even though we are in his territory.

I still don't understand why he is here, trying to return to us. He clearly has an ulterior motive but still a part of me wants to believe in the illusion that he missed us, that he might be regretting his decision.

"Momma, I want to eat