next week she went to visit him,
with no baby. To her surprise, he
asked where I was. “You said that
you didn’t want to be involved,” she
said. And he hadn’t, but once I
existed he realized he couldn’t have
a son living around the corner and
not be a part of my life. So the three
of us formed a kind of family, as
much as our peculiar situation
would allow. I lived with my mom.
We’d sneak around and visit my dad
when we could.
Where most children are proof
of their parents’ love, I was the
proof of their criminality. The only
time I could be with my father was