"Dad," I murmured softly.I couldn't even look him in the eyes. I mean, how could I? I hurt my father, and I don't think he will forgive me. He abruptly stood up and asked me solemnly. "How are you doing?" Franklin asked. "I'm not good," Ivy said, looking down.
"What?" Dad abruptly turned around and shouted. "Did that jerk hurt you?" he asked.
I held him and gazed at him with sad eyes. Then I started crying. I said, "No, he didn't. I really miss you, Dad. " Dad didn't say anything, nor did he welcome my hug. I'm sure he'll never love me again. But after a time, I felt my dad patting me on the back.
Dad abruptly remarked, "I miss you too, honey."
"I'm sorry, Dad. I ran away, "I said. I said, "Please forgive me, Dad." Dad gave me a kind smile and touched my face. His eyes were filled with
