So, this is them. They’re my dad’s whole other life. We are only the smallest piece of it. But oh well, dad’s happy. I should be too, right? So. Yay, I’m super happy for him. 

We had a conversation yesterday.

Mom went to go by some crackers for Fahasana.

Dad says “Where’s mah’”
I say “Went to buy crackers for your kid.” meaning I kinda didn’t want to be his kid. ‘5 minutes later’ “You are my kid.”
I thought whatever “Your other kid.”

I should be proud, huh. I got a sis. But what eves.