I’ve written eight thousand words of a Regency-era Firefly AU. (Yes, dodificus, that one.) Inara just came on the scene. This might kill me.
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My father called. Wanted to speak to my mother. Didn’t ask who I was, and I didn’t tell him.
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For out first conversation - well. )
The call with my dad - I don't know, it was sort of surreal. Like I expected him to... apologize, or something, or maybe recognize my voice, or. You know. I've never imagined how it would go, but... not like that.
My older (half-)sister, from my mother's marriage, knows her father, had every-other-weekend-custody visits with him all her life, lived with him for her junior year of high school. When I told her about the call, she said that if I wanted to contact him, she would support me in that (where my mother probably wouldn't). But I just don't. And, as far as I know, my brother's basically adopted his best-friend-since-birth's father as his own and doesn't care about the stranger on the other end of the phone.
In conclusion: I AM BUSY DON'T YOU ENCOURAGE ME.
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