“Well my dad would definitely be better than my brother. I don’t want him there,” Sophia shook her head. “M-Maybe I could talk to him… as neglectful as he’s been to me… it’s important to me, I-I can’t explain why”
“I know. I understand. My dad was hardly ever around, and when he was he was drunk. He didn’t care about us, but I still wanted him to be at the wedding, because of the few times he was around, sober, and capable of telling my brother and I that he loved us, even though he never acted like he did. Get your dad to come, sweetheart. I’m sure he’ll agree to it.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I didn’t know. I can teach you a lot. I like teaching stuff.”
“You speak Italian. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are. Everyone can learn something from very one. You’ve...