“You are sorry? You are sorry for breaking my virginity, for making me pregnant, for the humiliation you put me through; you are sorry that I suffered. I dropped out and had to go back agai; are you sorry that I lost my bursary. Are you really sorry?”

And this time it is his time to look ashamed and that almost makes me happy. “You used me and when you were done you tossed me out like the rubbish that I was?”

“I know I did a lot of things wrong; I know that now and I want to be part of my child’s life.”

And now I stand up facing him right on the eyes “You have the audacity to come here and give me a lame excuse and think that will erase what you did to me, the fact that you ran away from our, no you ran away from my child and now you have the nerve to call him your child. I’m sorry to say that you lost that right when you humiliated me, when you got to run away from your own responsibility; 3 years is a long time.”

“I know and I feel guilty about everything; please give me a chance I just want to meet him and bond with him, please.”

“You can come by tomorrow.” I say, surprising myself in that moment. I know I should’ve said no, but I couldn’t only because I couldn’t say no knowing very well how I longed for my father so much that I could never rob my child from having a father in his life.