Day 58,
Apollo is leaving. I’m a bit sad to see him go, but I’m excited for him to start his life with his new bride and possibly have some kids of his own. He grew up a little too quickly for me to enjoy his time living with me, but it was a fun experience. How many times do you get to raise your grandchild anyways?

Okay, it’s time to let you in on a little secret. Once Apollo entered his teen years, I’ve been having the local construction company build me a custom home. It’s a little bungalow a couple of blocks away and about a week ago, they called to tell me it was finished.

Well, last night, I went to go check the house out and see how it looked… and I ran into someone very important. Okay, you’re thinking the scientist, well, no… it wasn’t him.
I ran into my father. He moved to Sunset Valley. At first I was enraged, he was living in the house across from my current residency, and I could have punched him in the nose for showing his face around me. That wasn’t why he was there though…

My mother had died. After my rage settled, and the reality sunk in… I melted. We talked for hours outside of his house about meaningless stuff. I asked him how things were going in Bridgeport and he asked me how my twins were doing. When I told him I was probably going to be a great-grandfather in the near future, he almost fell to the ground.
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Well son, I guess you’re doing pretty okay here then.”
“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”
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I guess you wouldn’t accept an apology from an old man in his dying years. You’ve done so well for yourself, I mean.”
“An apology for what? Kicking me out of the house? Practically out of town? Maybe for disowning me and your grandsons, your own family?”
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No… if I hadn’t done those things, do you really think you could have created the life they have now, under a cushy life in a big city? No, that’s not why I wanted to apologize. I wanted to apologize for not believing in you.
You were a teenager, after all, barely about to graduate. Your mother and I, we weren’t much younger than you when we had you and your sister, so I’m not really sure why I doubted you so much. I guess I was scared; scared you wouldn’t make it.
So… I’m sorry. Λυπάμαι...”
What could I say? He was my old man, my friend, my idol… I couldn’t just leave him there, vulnerable from revealing his inner-most self. I hugged him, harder than I could remember hugging a person.