"Your Mom Used To Come Here"

“Your mom used to come here a lot”

“I don't believe that.”

“You better believe it, son.”

“I'm not your son."

“Actually, you are, champ.”

“No. I know exactly who my father is. And it's not you.”

“That's where you're wrong, compadre. And I've got the results of a DNA test to prove it!”

“I don't believe you”

“But you should. I have it in the folder right over there. I wouldn't lie to you. Especially not on the anniversary of your mother's death”

“Shoe me the test.”

“Well, well, well. SOMEBODY'S curious now, huh?”

“Just show it to me!”

“Okay, okay. There you go”

“I... I can't believe it. It actually says you're my dad”

“Ain't nobody calling me a liar! Hey there, be careful with it. It's proof you're my son after all."

“But... you can't be my dad... Mom would've told me”

“Yeah, but she obviously didn't, now did she? Oh! Here they come!”

“They?”

“Yeah, your half brothers”