Dante's mother stood shocked, her eyes wide open, while Dante hung his head in shame.
"How can you say that about your own son?" Dante's mother was outraged and lashed out at her husband. "No matter what he's done or why he left, he's still your son."
The man remained unmoved, his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. He glared at Dante with undisguised anger and asked, "What did I tell you the day before you left?"
Dante stayed silent, his head still lowered.
"What did I tell you?!!!"
Dante flinched at his shout and, trembling, replied.
"That if I left, I wouldn't be your son anymore."
"Then what are you doing here, pretending nothing happened?"
"Honey," Dante's mother intervened. "He's our beloved son."
Her words didn't affect the man at all.
"We haven't seen him in over three years," the woman said, tears streaming down her face as she grabbed the man's suit. "Your father asks about him every day."
