CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX

Myra's Pov

I couldn't respond. I didn't expect the question, and my mind couldn't process an answer.

Because I just realized I had really never thought of father as anything.

Anything at all.

All I knew was that he had traveled, and died on the journey. And that was all. Up until now I had never pondered on his appearance, or his character, or even anything about his person.

I couldn't believe I never really cared about my own father?

Because I had hardly ever thought of him. Since he left, I was only concerned about my mother and me. I had just kept my mind focused on us and nothing else.

Yet I couldn't blame myself.

As we were both lost, confused and weak. I had held the belief that it was just us against the world, and everyone who wasn't a part of ours was either the enemy or didn't concern me.

I didn't know I had shrugged the thought of a father from my subconscious in doing so, as mother had filled the role of both sides. By being a mother who was a father.

Yet I had been a dau