Dad (and when I say dad I mean Zeus) kept his word. My mom got sick a couple of months after my 14th birthday.
No one knew exactly what she had. Every doctor told us that she has a liver tumor but the problem was that it kept growing back.
So every year I was with my mom, for a couple of months, in hospitals for surgery and treatment.
My father’s pantheon didn`t help me nor tried to answer my calls.
So, I was this almost 15 years old human girl with unbelievable bond powers, with God knowledge and I couldn’t do anything for my human parents.
My father, Roby had a tough period with my mom’s sickness. And I suppose that the furies paid him a visit because we couldn’t get along.
You could have cut the pressure between us with a knife. We didn’t talk at all and everything that I’ve done, wasn’t good enough.
We were like enemies.