I was eight years old. My mother stood me at the airport to go to Hawaii with her new husband. His last words? “Find your own way home.” He never imagined that he would call my father a billionaire. When he returned from his vacation, his entire world had collapsed!

It came in fifty-three minutes. I've never seen him in person. Not really. Only in a faded photograph that my mother kept in a box of “bad memories”.omarr

He was taller than the man in the picture. He was wearing a dark suit that seemed to cost more than our car, but the tie was loose and his hair dark, scrambled, as if he had passed it with his hands. He didn't look at Mrs. VGA. He didn't look at the other agents. His eyes, red, intense and full of terror, met mine. He knelt right there, on the ugly tile floor, and spread his arms.