I came home from work tired, and it was already dark. I could clearly see the light in our house, and I smiled because Orange, my daughter, was going to meet me again with a smile on her face. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't go home because I would rather not see my wife. Well, she's not always home anyway. That's why I'm happy—I'm alone with my baby girl. If only she knew how much I was dying to have her. But I need to slow down to build a genuine relationship with her. Besides, she thinks that she's my real daughter and that she and I can be together as a couple. But I would rather not endure any more, especially when I notice her teasing me.
I entered the house, and I was surprised because the girl I was expecting did not welcome me home with her cheery face. I heard a noise in the d
