Pria let a lot of air stand between her mothers last words and her next. 

"I guess I don't know." She scooted her chair around a little closer. "But you can help me learn?" She only knew as much about her father as her mom told her. And clearly there was more to learn. She wasn't going to back down from doing this, and it seemed like her mom might accept that, but she didn't want to ever be on bad terms with her. Every time she had been in life it effected everything. She never felt right, food tasted off she stopped doing things she enjoyed. Her mom was important, and she wanted her to know that. 

"How am I like him? Is it in a bad way?"