He told me his business had failed. The woman he had married after leaving my mother had taken her belongings and left. He had been staying with friends, but he could no longer remain there.
He needed somewhere to stay while he got back on his feet.
I stared at the suitcase beside his leg.
“And you came here?”
“Where else was I supposed to go?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You haven’t visited Mom in years.”
“I know.”
“You barely called me.”
“I know that too.”
“Then why do you think you can just show up?”
He looked irritated.
“Because your mother and I were married for years. We have a daughter together. Whatever happened between us, we’re still family.”
He said it as though the word family were a key that should open any door.
Then he looked at me and added, “Besides, your mother and I are older now. We both understand that life doesn’t always work out the way we planned.”