~Tiffany~
Dad and I were in the basement. He was teaching me how to make potions that does not need magic. I guess Dad also heard about what happened in school and maybe that's why he is feeling guilty. Though he doesn't talk about it, the way he is acting shows it.
“Now turn it slowly, do not rush it, or else you will make the wrong potion. This potion needs you to have a calm mind, your calm mind is the magic,” Dad instructed, as he freed his hand from mine so that I would be able to do the potion.
“I did it!" I squealed happily as the potion changed color.
Dad pinched my cheeks, “I know you could do it. I'm so proud of you sweetie,” He sounded so proud of himself as if he was the luckiest man on earth to have me as his daughter.
I so much love Dad, for his support. his care, and a
