Dianne’s POV
"Dad!" I exclaimed as I stepped inside our yard. Dad dropped the broom he was holding and hurried over to me.
"I thought you'd be back tomorrow." he asked, then noticed the grocery bags in my hands.
"There was a school event, so I decided to come home early," I explained, feeling a bit guilty. I shifted my gaze towards our house. The freshly painted exterior caught my eye. Dad must have worked really hard to make it look so new.
"The house looks amazing, Dad," I remarked, admiring the cream-colored paint. I flashed a sweet smile. Dad was staring at me, so I quickly looked away. "Maybe you can help me with these heavy bags, Dad," I teased.
"I'm sorry, Dianne, I just missed you. You're growing up so fast," he said, embracing me and planting a kiss on my forehead. "A lot of
