Sierra
“Hey dad.”
“Hi sweetheart, how are you?”
This is how it always started. It was like he knew when I got paid, or when I had a big night in tips. I looked down at the money on my bed and bit my lower lip.
“I’m great dad, how are you?”
“Well sweetheart, I know you’ve just helped me with my bills and gave me some money for groceries, but now my internet bill has come in, and my car caught a flat, my donut is really bare. So, I was wondering if you could help me out? I just need a thousand dollars. I can get a new tire, a new donut and pay the internet bill with a little left over to hold me until I can sell this stereo I just fixed. It’s an antique. If I find the right buyer, I could make a couple of hundred dollars. I can pay you back a little.”
“Okay, I’ll come over. But d
