I sit in the kitchen nervously. Soren is cooking lunch listening to music.

"Why are you so weird today? Are you okay? Are you sick, Atila?" he looks at me frowning.

"What?" I blur out.

"Seriously, what is the issue? Why are you like this? You barely talk or drink today?

What happened yesterday, you said you were with Lorence."

"I was."

"And? Oh my god. Did he do something to you?"

"No!" I yell, "Lorence is very nice. It's not about him. It's- I don't know how to tell you, because I can't process myself."

"Just say it, I don't care. Did you find a boyfriend? Listen I know I said I don't want you to but it's oka - .."

"I found our dad." I blur out.

We both stay silent looking at each other.

" ..."

"I found him." I repeat.

Sorel just stares at me. "Don't be silly. We don't know who he is."

"No, but I FOUND him. I – did. With Lorence."

"What? That's what you were doing yesterday?" he frowns.

"I – aren't you happy?"

"I don't know what to say? I just don't believe you."

"You don't believe me?" I frown.

"I just don't believe it's actually him, okay? Like ...how did you even? How? And like -," he sighs. "Okay, just tell me what you know so I stop guessing."

"We were at the hall, found or birth certificates. His name was there and ...I called him."

"You what?"

"I called him."

"Are you crazy?"

"Why? It's really him. He remember my surname. Morel. Huh? He must remember it's mom. "

"Was mom." Soren corrects me.

I lean back on the chair. "Yes. Was. But that doesn't change anything."

"What did he says then?"

"I said I want to discuss everything in person?"

"huh? What do you mean?"

"I invited him here?"

"You ... you invited him here?! He knows our address. Are you crazy. He could be a total stranger and hurt us!" He frowns.

"No, he's not a stranger. He's our dad."

"Well, you know what. No. I would love to hear why he left us alone for twenty years and suddenly he remembers who we are." He says annoyed. "I'm reaaally ready for the answer."

"You don't know the answer."

"Yeah, lucky me then. I'll find out."

"you can call Lars and Lorenzo. So you don't feel ...occupied."

"Great idea. When will he come?"

"Today."

"Today!!!"

"Lorenzo knows."

"So? I don't know."

"You know now." I shrug.

"Oh my god. One time I let you out and you do this."

"I did it for us. I thought you would be happy."

"I ..." he moves his hands, "do you know who makes me happy? Lars. Lars makes me happy.

And guess what, he didn't leave me. Dad did. That's why he never will be my number one. Or number two, or three. Or ...million."

"I just want to see him. Once. That's it." I say calmly.

He sighs. "I'm sorry." He hugs me, "Sorry I'm so moody. I'm stressed and angry."

"I'm angry at him too, I won't jump into his arms. I just ... want to know ..." something. Anything.

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