RONAN;
Just like every other day, morning came. I had heard the screeching of tires entering the compound in the wee hours of the morning. Dad was back. It was a few minutes past six in the morning, and that kept me wondering why he had to return so early, quite unlike him.
A quiet smile left my lips, he was still my father. But it disappeared almost immediately, I hated the rickety relationship I had with him.
I wished things were different, but each time I looked at his face, wanting to smile, wanting to acknowledge him as my father, all I saw was the man who took my fun childhood away.
All I saw was his face peeking through the little gap between the hospital door and its frame. That was the closest he ever got to Mom while she was on the sickbed.
I turned, bare chest and eyes to
