I might be going insanely mad. I mean, I’m about to be reunited with my so called "father" for the first time since he abandoned and isolated my brother from everyone. I must be going mad. I had to take the yellow bus to town and then walk a couple blocks through a sketchy neighborhood that often features in my local news just to finally arrive at 1306 Redondo drive. I took a long pause in front of the door, “should I bail now?” I thought to myself, “this could cause more harm then good. Take some deep breaths and knock on the door.” I felt in my right pocket; it was still there. I catch myself checking for it more then often lately. When I walked inside I was instantly reminded of him. From the paintings of football legends, to the smell of the couches, and the plain white tshirt s folded on the table, it all was just like him. I waited in anticipation for my dad to break the silence. I heard “so grown” faintly over my loud thoughts. I stepped into the living room and Joseph (my dad) told me to take a seat. “ Get comfortable and you can talk to me; tell me about it.”
I started out with, “I just still can't process anything that has happened. It was such a long time ago but it still burns in memory in my head twenty-four seven. It doesn't make any sense to me whatsoever that everyone made it like his existence was never present. How could you all do that? How could any human not have a sympathetic bone in their body. All of you had the audacity to discredit and completely disrespect a life that was so precious and pure. How could we pretend he was never here? How could we pretend like your decision to send him away didn't effect all of us. How does anyone just not acknowledge a life that was genuinely positive to everyone around him? You just left right afterwards as well. You took away the one person I turned to for everything and then you left the rest of us yourself. " It just poured out of me. One moment I was so scared and timid to see Joseph after four years and the next moment I was screaming in his living room about how screwed up his mind is. I knew I wasn't mad anymore for this. He definitely was. "I don't know how to explain myself.." He replied back to me. Can you believe that? I went through an entire episode and actually spoke to him after all he did to me and my family. I finally gave him the time of day and the energy to use my breath the speak to him. I added "all I have left of him is his class ring. That is it! You took it all and it has been like he never existed. All I have left to remember him is a 2006 class ring that is too big for me to wear. Every picture, every reminder there was that he is alive you took from me." By this time my eyes were starting to water and I could feel my heart beating fiercely through my chest. “I feel cheated and confused. You left and took him with you without a trace, not even a single clue.” Joseph asked me “What would you have done in my shoes? How would you have handled the situation?” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was honestly trying to defend his actions that destroyed me for years. “I haven't seen either one of you in how long? Not that I donate much of my time missing your presence but micheal's, I miss undoubtably in all of my consciousness. He was my bestfriend and then one day he was gone. He vanished and all due to your insanity.”
“I know what I have decided has hurt you, but there was an underlying reason for it all. ” I dug into my right pocket and brought out the newly shined, silver ring that was left on my dresser in February of 2007. Joseph grazed the ring out of my palm and caressed it softly. he said, “look at this”, He was referring to the inside of the ring. I began to ferociously dig my nails into the sofa and I swore steam was rising from my ears. Before I could pounce and the psychopath, the front door opened and my brother, about two inches taller and fifteen pounds heavier, was standing in the door way. 
