It’s been a week since that big argument me and dad had. It felt like I had a new life. After all the forgiveness and the grief that I have. It feels like I am new.
“Sweetie, you will be late!” Dad shouted from downstairs, I looked at the clock and it was seven in the morning. My class is at eight in the morning, I still have one hour.
I ran downstairs and looked at my dad chilling at the couch. Giving me a smile like he did an evil plan.
“What? Why are you smiling like that? What did you do?” I asked and dad pointed at the table. I saw an envelope with a post-it on top.
Congratulations! Dad is always proud of you!
I looked at dad and smiled at him.
“Aww. Thank you daddy.” I said and dad walked towards me and hugged me.
“I am always proud of you.” Dad whispered and I hugged him back
