As I hear my dad answer I'm speechless at first. Then I do my famous clearing of my throat and take a deep breath. I'm still dealing with what my baby sis had told me. I chuckle because I went in there thinking I'd be the one to lay down the shaking news. Guess not. I hear a deeper chuckle through the phone, and a chill runs down my spine.

"Dad, are you there?" I ask. I knew this was right. I never felt close to my other parents, and now I don't feel close to my baby sis. But I'm not as nervous talking to this man.

"I'm here, Kale." he says. I feel silly for the next question I have to ask.

"What's your name? What's my last name?" I ask.

"Son, your daddy's name is Tenold Bliskends. Your last name is Bliskends." Mr. Bliskends says, chuckling.

"Well, its better than Barnes." I quip. "Thanks dad. Do you have your house?"

"Yes, son. You're a man now, and you've successfully gotten yourself a place. I don't expect you to walk away from it. Maybe we'll hang out like we've been doing, and maybe we can do fun things later. I'm not so old, but young at heart. So even though I've lost so much time from you, my baby boy, I can still be apart of your life." he says, sniffling through the phone.

"Dad, why did you say Sarah, my baby sis, was adopted and yours too?" I ask, trying to untwist the facts in my head.

"I knew you didn't know, and I wanted you to hear from someone else. I know it was selfish, I'm sorry boy." he says.

"It's alright, dad, but I'm going to have to call you back." I hang up, and race back to my sister. She was still on the couch, but she had folded into herself. And she was trembling, bad. Even if we weren't as close as I thought, we were still somewhat close, and I felt so protective over her. I can't just let her sit there and cry. I walk, quietly, to the couch. I fall to my knees and climb onto the couch, moving her feet to make room.

"Sis? Can we talk?" I ask, knowing she'll probably wave me away. She looks up.

"Kale, I'm so sorry, I should've told you from the beginning when I knew. It wasn't right of me to keep it in. I'm sorry." she says, shivering from her cold tears that continue to stream down her face. I hold out my arms, and she leans into me, soaking my shirt.

"Sis, its alright, I forgive you. But you gotta understand how this changes things. I don't feel as close to you as I did before, but I still love you. I will always love you, and I'll be going out at night." I explain. Her breathing slows, and she nods her understanding.

"So basically, what you're saying is instead of always drinking here, you'll go out with dad to drink?" she asks, laughing lightly.

"Right." I say. "I'll stay home tonight, for you."

"Thanks."