The names Jeremy, Jeremy Fisher. I’m 17 almost 18 years old. Just a few more weeks and I’m a grown adult! Feels weird saying that. Knowing my mother she will always say that I’m her “little boy”. I have a crazy life. My father decided to appear again, well not really appear, just sent a call to my mother asking for me. He’s been calling all the time hoping I would answer, but this time I shouldn’t have. He gave me some news that I can never forget. EVER.
My mother still doesn’t mind talking to him. Crazy. She knows that he left her, before I was born, and let her take care of me all by herself. I don’t even know why she gives him the time of day. He doesn’t deserve it! Well, enough of me being upset with my father. Let’s start the story from the beginning… No! not that beginning. I don’t even know how my parents met, why would I tell you their story? It’s time to tell mine.