Meeting my father II

Bianca

Don’t cry baby “. My father kept stroking my back quietly like he always did when I was child and each time I missed my mom.

My father is quite a good drunkard and won't think better when he deep his hands in shady stuff but he was a better father even though he couldn't provide all my needs

He patted me harder and I tried to simmer down a bit.

I staggered backwards and started looking through my father's body if there were any bruises or wounds not attended too.

I really don't know what is going on in my head but I was overwhelmed seeing my father

" I'm fine! I'm fine “. My Dad yelled slightly, stopping me from checking his body further

I nodded my head firmly and held his hands tightly.

“Are you truly okay? I asked worriedly again and I couldn't believe my ears

" Look at you my dear! You look so beautiful like your mother and worried exactly like her.” My father complimented and teased me, slightly before he smirked.

It feels like have not seen my father in long years and