Jasmine;
My father always had this habit of keeping his glasses on the top shelf even though he wore them every other day.
It baffled me why he would want to stretch and groan to reach them every morning instead of keeping them on his table like a sane person.
Even now as I watched him groan to reach for his glasses, I was reminded again just how odd this man was.
With his prowess in the pack, one would think he was feared and revered. But he was loved. By old and young. He loved them all too, but he loved his family more.
That was why standing here today, with the tears I had willed to fall from my eyes was such a hard decision.
He tried to ignore me at first, but finally, he turned to look at me, his glasses now sitting on the bridge of his nose.
" I don't know what you want Jasmi
