"I know. Momma Tee is so understanding and it’s hard for her to tell you how she really feels, she hates to see anyone hurt, wether it’s a good hurt or bad hurt. Her heart is so big, that’s why I love her."

"Even though she is my birth mother, I feel a connection and bigger understanding from you."

"Babe whatever makes you happy, I will support one hundred percent. Unless you kill someone, then that’s different."

"Momma," she said and laughed.

"Let’s go baby doll, time to talk to momma Tee."

We got up and dried our feet and legs as best we could and walked back towards the resort. I held her hand and we talked a little bit. She was a bit nervous about talking to Tina. Her greatest fear was to be a disappointment to us. Even though we never gave her the slightest hint that we’d ever been or ever will be disappointed in her, she wore her insecurities on her sleeve. That might have been due to her grandfather.

She slightly remembered meeting him when she was five. He had fought the cancer and added a few years onto his life. We got a call from his wife that he was on his deathbed. Tina and I had just found out we were both pregnant and Tina encouraged me to see him once more before he died. Even though I hated to admit it, I always wanted Angie to meet her grandfather. We hadn’t spoken since the whole he has a second family story. When they met, he took one look at her, vaguely remembered something about my childhood and called Angie Elizabeth. In his weakened state he thought she was my birth child, but when I said Tina was the birth mom he got upset.

After he ranted and raved about the sin we’ve commited. He said Angie was never his grandchild. He couldn’t even believe that I would bring a stranger to his deathbed. He only wanted family there and neither Tina nor Angie were family. His wife tried to convince us it was his illness and the meds talking, but we knew different. The last words I ever spoke to him was, "I’m glad I’m nothing like you. You deserve your fate, I hate you." He died a couple days later, his wife sent us the address where he was to take his final rest. I heard the funeral was small. He had alienated and pushed away everyone who was important to him. But since then I think something stuck in Angie. That’s all she remembered of him, that’s all she had, a man who hated her mother and disapproved of her mother’s lifestyle and love.