Tasha approached her father, who was relaxing in the pool area that night. It was strange that he hadn't slept yet.
"Dad, why aren't you sleeping?" she asked gently, sitting beside him. She wrapped her arms around one of his and leaned her cheek against it.
"In a little while, my child."
"What are you thinking about?"
He took a deep breath. "You. I'm thinking about you, my child. There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought of you since you left our home again."
She smiled at her father. "Dad, I'm okay. You don't have to worry."
"You made a great sacrifice just to lift our company and keep us from ending up on the streets."
"Dad, really. Every child would do that for a family in dire need. I'm happy to help you and mom, especially for the people relying on our family and our busin
