“Can you tell me anything about your father’s medical history?”
“No. I don’t know him.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal but his voice said otherwise.
“What about your father’s medical history?”
She scrunched up her face. “I think he’s still alive? I don’t know for sure. I never knew him.”
“So your mother is alive and has diabetes. Do you know anything about your father?”
“I’m not in contact with him.” The disdain came across loud and clear in her voice. “I hope he’s dead.”
If fathers ever think they don’t matter, they should sit in my seat and listen to the pain they can generate even when they are not there.