If you leave and continue down this path, do not come back or ask for anything. Thinking of those words stung just as much as the first time he heard them from his father. His mother had said nothing at the time, and her face was blank, as if all the life had been drained out of her. Carlos snapped himself out of his daze. He didn’t want to start crying in front of Tony, though he could feel the tears building up.
“I did, for a while. Then I came here, met some friends, and found a different kind of family.”
Carlos got up again and started packing. He knew he had to keep moving or else he would break down. “I know a lot of people would probably say screw it and not go, but she was my mom. I didn’t go to my dad’s, and I still regret that I didn’t try to make peace. I kept putting it off, and then he died. Same with mom. I just thought I would have more time, time to try…”