Stress and Anxiety

Francis

We went to one of the popular restaurants and ordered what she liked. She told me that we need to go back here and try their other menus until we had tasted everything. As I ate, I thought about Sebastian. I had seen him once, he wasn't healthy at all. He looked too pale and too frail.

"You are thinking about Seb?" she asked me. She knew about this. She reached my hand. "I know that you aren't taking them as your family, but still Seb is your brother. He's not like Bernie. He's not your father either."

"Baby, let's not get into them," I said softly as I tried to mask my emotions.

"Francis, you are a good person. You aren't Bernie nor your father. Seb needs you."

I exhale and it did make me weak when she's the one asking me. When she's the one pointing the pain inside me. I am not my father. Sometimes I think I am because of what I did. Jumping from a woman to another without any hesitation. She's the reason why I stop being l