NOTE TO READER

WHEN WE WERE done watching the home movies, it was time to go watch the fireworks. But even though they were beautiful, I couldn’t concentrate. I’d done what my father had asked, and now I was even more confused. The videos had reminded me of how much fun we’d had together. I’d always thought he was a great dad, but now he was also the jerk who had left without an explanation. Which one was my real father?