"I never actually met your father." My grandma uttered softly as we drove to the airport, music playing quietly in the background. I looked over at her but she still had her eyes fixed on the road.

     I crossed my legs, curious at where this conversation would lead.

"Your mother told me the day before she passed that she has wanted you to go stay with Tom, and that he would explain everything to you. But before I could even imply anything she handed me a slip of paper with his number, holding it in my hand, and told me to call him and tell him you were going to stay with him for the summer." My grandma clenched the wheel.

I gawked at her in confusion, "What did he say on the phone with you." I asked my grandma hoping to catch a gist of his personality by the conversation he had with her. If it was even possible to achieve such a thing.

I have never experienced seeing my grandma so.. Weird. She used to always be cursing in mandarin and had energy no one knew a 70 year old could possess. It was like she wasn't even there. Or replaced my a sob version of herself.

"He was very much surprised but didn't complain at all. Tom was very much excited to hear you were coming to stay with him." My grandma smiled slightly catching a glance at my surprised expression. "He seems like a nice guy, and was genuinely happy you were coming."

If he was a nice guy then why did my mother leave him, huh? Or why would he want to see me now, he had fif..freaking..teen years to come do that.

I decided to stay quiet because I wasn't quite sure what to say, my grandma completely seemed to understand as she stopped talking and turned the music up. The car ride seemed to be getting more awkward by the minute but I wasn't really in the mood to talk.

What all was this Tom guy gonna even talk about? My mom always told me everything, we had the closest bond and always shared everything to each other. What secret life did she have to hide? He was probably just a one night stand to her and thats why she never told me..?

I sighed and began fidgeting with my hands. I started thinking of random things, all related to my.. dad. The questions I had thought of had ranged from where he lived at, to what I would be doing for these 3 months.

All my friends were in Florida anyways. Who would I hang out with? Alya had offered to FaceTime me ever day to help me settle in and I had accepted it gratefully not knowing what else I could be doing.

Another weird thing I thought about was how this guy would look. I had never seen a picture of him so I wondered how much I resembled him. I imagined a female version of me and almost laughed.

We soon arrived at the airport and I was snapped back to reality. The reality that my life was just about to get a little more complicated. I was actually a little interested in all the things that could happen here. Alya had thought of many sceneries involving cliche romances happening, which I instantly laughed off.

"Do you want me to help you? Or you know.. Walk you in?" My grandma asked sweetly already placing her hand on the door handle.

"No, i'll be okay. I've already been much of a burden!" I opened my car door and walked to the trunk, opening it and grabbing my luggage before heading to the other side of the car gesturing for my grandma to open her window.

"Bye grandma, i'll see you in 3 months. I love you, go and rest up. Thank you for accompanying me." I kissed her on the forehead and she smiled dearly at me.

"Goodbye my child. Sabine raised you well.." My grandma blew a kiss and began driving away.

I walked into the airport slowly, staring at the many rushing people, almost being pushed a few times. I began checking in, handing in my luggage, and getting my boarding pass, beginning to start my security check, of course it was stressful and i'm very forgetful so I guess you can guess how many times I had to double check I actually did it.

     And although I looked like a lost child in the eyes of many judgmental adults, it was not my first time flying as I had gone on vacation to Hawaii with Alya and her family in my 8th grade year of school. But I admit, her parents were the ones mainly doing it for us.

I had my carry on baggage with just a few items in it like books and my charger since I decided not to over due it and the flight would be done soon anyways.

     I handed my carry on luggage to security check and after I finished, immigration and customs check began, after handing them my passport I went to the waiting area, crowded with families and tourist. And the worst of all, toddlers and babies crying.

I went to the nearest coffee store and bought a coffee sitting on a couch next to a mother and her baby who both seemed dozed off, their flight must have been delayed. I brought out my phone and texted Alya to pass the time.

'I'm about to leave for Paris, i'm going to miss u.' I typed and waited for a reply.

'Wish u coulda taken me, :(.' Alya typed back and I chuckled. But how was it that Alya could reply in under a few minutes? I was always stunned with he devotion to her phone, but of course she was always on her phone. She made vlogs, has a blog, and as she told me, they require every ounce of my day.

     40 minutes in and me almost dozing off and my flight was finally called. Bonjour Paris.