KENDRA
“Who is this?!” I asked with my voice trembling and my hands shaking. “I don't know who is speaking please. If you have something to say, why not say it out before I get back to work. As you can see, I am already running late, sir.”
“It's me, Kendra,” he said and I breathed heavily. “Don't tell me you have forgotten all about me? Having a cold shoulder towards your father doesn't suit your personality, Kendra. How have you been?”
“I-I,” my words failed me and tears streaked down my eyes. “I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, father? Why have you called?! Aren't you ashamed of the w***e you call a daughter anymore?”
“I know we've had our differences but you have to let it all go. No father would be proud of what you did, Kendra, but that doesn't change the fact that
