She worked quickly with the scissors, cutting a lot of hair off. She cut off my bangs, but combed the front part of my hair up. “Now you look like an Anthony.” She said, feeling content.
I helped her out the window and we began walking to the train station. I put my arm around her shoulder, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Will you even miss your dad?” She asked me “No, and he won’t miss me.” I answered. My dad would probably wake up in the morning and not even notice that I wasn’t there to say goodbye. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care. I pictured him saying: “Well, dat’s one less mouth ta feed.”
At this point, I only cared about Sandra. Not my dad, not the kids at school, not my brother, not even my mom. She was never there for me, so why should I care if my dad found her. She never came to visit me for my 14 birthdays. That’s a lot of birthdays to miss. She never tucked me in. Neither did dad. She never read to me. Nothing.
We finally arrived at the train station. I turned to Sandra and looked in her eyes.