Hey, son! About time we talked, donâ€™t you think?
About what, dad?
You, my dear son, you. Itâ€™s been a while.
Yeah, sure has.
We missed you.
Dad, you know how much I hated that small town where we lived. The feelings were pretty mutual back then.
Come on, son. You know it wasnâ€™t for no reason you and your friends couldnâ€™t get along.
Oh, so itâ€™s my fault then? Great, dad, calling to tell me that Iâ€™m a jerk. What else is new?
You havenâ€™t exactly been a â€¦ well, friendly kid back then. Canâ€™t blame others for what you did to yourself.
Why donâ€™t you try being friendly to a group of kids who kick your butt into the dirt every day?
Iâ€™m sure it wasnâ€™t that bad. After all, the teachers wouldnâ€™t have allowed anything to happen.
Dad, the teachers hate me too, remember? All that crap about me â€˜straying from the path of the righteousâ€™ and â€˜mixing with a bad crowdâ€™ pissed the hell out of me.
Well, you were a bit of a troubled kid, disobeying orders and never finishing your homework.
I was busy surviving high school, dad. That place was a freaking nightmare.
One wrong move, and youâ€™re screwed.
I went to the same school when I was your age, and it was pretty fun.
You were the jock, dad. I was the kid everyone pisses on.
Maybe if you werenâ€™t soâ€¦ flamboyant, people might have left you alone.
Thatâ€™s who I am, dad. I canâ€™t change who I am. But nobody understands that. Even you and mum think Iâ€™m twisted or something.
Son, guys your age spend time playing football and hanging out with girlfriends. They donâ€™tâ€¦.
What, dad? Dance and sing? Play the piano? Watch musicals? Donâ€™t be ridiculous, dad.
You spent entire days singing along to songs from Grease and Cats. What was I supposed to think?
That I liked musicals? Why donâ€™t you try that for a change, huh, dad?
Itâ€™s not just that. Itâ€™sâ€¦. well, the way you behaved, and all. People were freaking out. Your mum and I were freaking out.
Oh my God, I canâ€™t believe youâ€™re telling me this crap. Thereâ€™s nothing wrong with the way I behaved.
Son, of course thereâ€™s something wrong. Youâ€™re a guy, and guys donâ€™t act like that.
How the hell do you know how guys are supposed to act? Itâ€™s not like itâ€™s written in stone or something.
Itâ€™s in the Bible, son. Maybe if youâ€™re not so busy you could try reading it.
Read something that tells me I deserve to burn in hell? No, thanks.
But if you repent, and accept Godâ€™s love, you can be in heaven with us! Think about how sad weâ€™ll be if you werenâ€™t there.
Technically, if youâ€™re in heaven, you should be happy. If youâ€™re sad, it defeats the purpose, doesnâ€™t it?
Dad, you still there?
Yeah, just thinking about what you said.
Oh, screw that. Howâ€™s mum doing these days?
Well, about thatâ€¦ she isnâ€™t exactly hale and hearty, but sheâ€™s hanging in there.
Hanging in there? What the hell are you talking about?
She had a stroke last year, and I tried to call you, but you never picked upâ€¦.
My nose is runny. Wait a minute.
What happened after that?
Well, she was hospitalised for a couple of months, and during that time, she kept asking for you, but no one knew where you were.
She got better after a while, but weâ€™re keeping her health in check. Canâ€™t be too safe nowadays.
You know, even after all those fights back then, I still cared about her. But she didnâ€™t give a damn about me.
She did, son. She just didnâ€™t want to show it. When you left, it pretty much broke her heart. She cried for days, and when she wasnâ€™t crying, she was walking around the house like a zombie. She kept saying that she failed as a mother.
Well, she sort of did. Mothers were supposed to love their children no matter what, and she pretty much failed on that part.
Donâ€™t put the blame on her. She has strong values, and you canâ€™t expect that to change overnight.
I waited seventeen freaking years for her to change. Thatâ€™s not overnight.
I think what tipped her over the brink was the night you left. Remember that?
Yeah. It wasnâ€™t pretty, was it?
No, son, it sure as hell wasnâ€™t. We were all screaming at each other, and after a while, you announced that you were leaving. I swore that when you walked out that front door, I felt sure as hell you were going to come back. You always did before. But that time, you didnâ€™t.
I slept in the park that night, dad. I knew I couldnâ€™t possibly go back again, so I hitchhiked, got a job, moved around for a while. Then I met someone. We were cool for a while, but then he broke it off.
So I bunked around at friendsâ€™ for a while until I got enough money for an apartment. It wasnâ€™t much, but at least I had someplace I could call home.
Well, you couldâ€™ve come back here.
And what? Start another row? No dad, Iâ€™ve had enough with that place. At least out there, I had some peace of mind.
So youâ€™re still staying in that apartment?
What, now? Hell no. Left that place ages ago. Moved in with someone.
Oh. So youâ€™reâ€¦
Still that way. Yes dad, I am, and I can never change.
But how do you know that?
If you were me, dad, youâ€™ll know.
But I donâ€™t understand.
I donâ€™t wanna talk about this. The last time we did, it ended in a fight, and I doubt you called me for that. Howâ€™d you get my number anyway?
A friend of yours passed it along. Took me a while to convince him, but I finally did. The thing is, son, your sister is getting married. And sheâ€™s hoping that you could come to the ceremony.
Oh my God, Ellaâ€™s getting married? Who is it?
Some guy she met at her workplace. Nameâ€™s Rich. Nice guy, treats her well and all that. But most importantly, mum likes him. She thinks heâ€™s a â€˜true gentlemanâ€™.
Unlike me, I suppose.
Oh, donâ€™t go into that. So, are you coming?
Hell yes I am! I love Ella, and Iâ€™m definitely going to be there on her big day.
Thereâ€™s one more thing. Can youâ€¦ not bring anyone?
What? I canâ€™t even bring my boyfriend to my own sisterâ€™s wedding? Who the hell said that?
Son, letâ€™s try to work things out here. Our relatives would freak if you walked in arm-in-arm with another guy.
Who cares? Definitely not me.
But itâ€™s your sisterâ€™s wedding, son. Donâ€™t ruin it for her. Sheâ€™s been planning it for months, and she really wants to see you again. Please, work with me.
Hmmâ€¦ all right. But remember, Iâ€™m doing this for Ella, not for any of those snotty, stuck-up bastards we have for relatives.
And Iâ€™d appreciate it if you donâ€™t take off immediately after. Weâ€™d all like to spend some time with you. Itâ€™s been a long time, son.
Weâ€™ll see how it goes on that day. Whenâ€™s the wedding, anyway?
What? Thatâ€™s like three days from now!
I know. This is a pretty short notice, but I really hope you can make it.
Well, it shouldnâ€™t be a problem. Iâ€™ll have to cancel a few plans, but Ella trumps anyone else in my life.
Sheâ€™s the only one who remained supportive throughout all those years. Damn, I miss that girl.
Youâ€™re going to be seeing her pretty soon, son. And the rest of us old folks as well.
Hey, dad. I got to go. Thereâ€™s some work I have to finish. See you Saturday.