87: I missed you, mom.
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When I saw my dad's face, I regretted going to school in another state. I felt guilty for causing him much pain and leaving him alone to handle the house.
My dad looked puzzled when he pulled away from the hug. "What are you doing here?"
"My school has a field trip, and they decided to come here for some reason," I shrugged. "I'm delighted to see you again, dad. I am sorry for leaving you to do all of this alone."
"Rae, I am your dad," he placed his hands on my cheeks. "It's my job to take care of the house, even when there's no help. You have a life to live. I lived mine."
"Yeah, but still," I felt the tears stream away from my face. "I feel like I can do more for you, but I'm not because I'm paying more attention to school and friends."
"As you should,"
