How do I even write about the past few days?
I went to St Louis, M.A. and dad went with me. I said goodbye to Michael. That's all.
But I should say more, shouldn't I? That's the helpful thing to do, mom said.
I went to their house. Last time, I just saw him in the hospital, but this time, he was at home. It was still like a hospital, he had a hospital bed in there, and there was a nurse with him, but still, I was in his home. I waited a few days, we got there on Wednesday and I didn't even go see him til Friday. I did it alone too, dad dropped me off and him and M.A. went shopping.
I don't know what he was expecting. Maybe he thought I'd be sad and want some tearful goodbye and that I'd call him dad. I actually got a little mad at him, which I wasn't expecting. I asked him why he wasn't around. He didn't have much of an answer, but he apologized. I accepted the apology, because it all ended up working out really cool, I might not have had the dad that I have now if Michael had been in me and mom's lives.
And then I said goodbye. I didn't make it into a big thing or anything, I just said it, then I called dad and he picked me up. Life works out for the best sometimes. After dad picked me up, and we all went back to the hotel and crashed for a bit, he took me and M.A. out to dinner and then to see Shrek 3. He's my dad. There might not be any biological ties with us, but he is my dad.
Michael's only got a couple of weeks left. He'll probably go before my graduation, actually. But I said my peace and it's over with.