Third person's point of viewAngela watched her father, she waited for his reply but he said nothing."Why aren't you saying anything father?" She cried out, her voice was shaky."Answer me father! Why are you quiet?" Angela cried out loud, holding unto his suit jacket."I'm..I'm.." Raymond croaked, he didn't know how he'd explain and tell her anything without breaking her heart."Father, father!" She shouted."Angela, I'm really sorry, I'm really..." Before he could complete his statement, Angela brought out a knife."
Read more