I should say “weird”. Like, really weird. And awkward maybe. I guess it has to d

I should say “weird”. Like, really weird. And awkward maybe. I guess it has to do with a personal reason. I grew up about 15 years without his presence and until now I see him like a total stranger. I still remember when me and my mother moved here, with the Citizens and modern things. I was 4 years old and I assisted to a kindergarten(?). I’d always wait till my mother came to pick me home. When she arrived I’d ask her: “mom, why everyone has a father?”, she frowned and sighed to then give me a sad look. She caressed my head with nothing to say.  Years passed and my mother signed up to work in Abstergo’s University as a Native Languages teacher and I did as well as a Hunt teacher. I was guided to look around school and all by, what was this short tempered, armless man name? Malik, yeah. That’s him. During the guiding he got called by the directors and gave me the welcome in case he didn’t come back. However, I walked around to see and in a sudden I got touched in my shoulder by a man.  I really can’t stand being touched by people unless they’re family or friends, or people from my tribe. It was not just a belief/taboo coming from my tribe but also a personal thing. Anyways, the man asked me if I worked here or if I needed help. I said that I was being guided by that grumpy armless man, since I got the job. He looked at me weird, and asked if we have met before; I don’t think so, I said. In that moment, my mother arrived and she and this man gasped when they looked at each other. “Haytham” said my mother, “Ziio?” asked the man. “Mother, you know this man?”, I asked. “ ‘Mother’? ” the man quoted. There was an awkward silence, which made me realize he was my father. -- source link
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