Chapter 168.

As the day reaches its conclusion, I bid farewell to my father, the promise of returning again providing a comforting cadence.

“I’m happy that you came to see me my little girl” my dad says to me

“I’m happy I did too” I say, feeling some sort of contentment.

Outside, the cityscape transforms, the sunset casting hues of orange and pink, a visual poetry that echoes the emotions of the day.

As I step into our home, the familiar cadence of Jim's keyboard fills the air. His dedication to his work is a constant melody, one that resonates with the unwavering commitment he brings to every endeavor. "Hey," I greet him, the affectionate term carrying the weight of a day's experiences.

Jim glances up, a warm smile breaking the concentration on his face. "Welcome back. How was your time with your dad?"

Sinking into the chair opposite him, I begin unraveling the threads of my day. "It was beautiful, Jim. We talked about everything, from childhood memories to the forgiveness that mends old wounds.