|Tamara|
“You okay, sweetie?” Dad asked, right after I finished throwing up. Damn, I feel awful. I stood up feeling weak. Dad was standing beside the door hinge with a worried face.
“Y-Yeah. I am” I tell him before looking myself at the mirror. My face looked like it ran out of blood. I tear off some tissue sheets and wipe it through my lips.
“Are you sure? You might be feeling sick” Dad walked towards me as he rest the back of his hand on my forehead checking my temperature.
“I’m fine, Dad. Don’t worry” I turn my back against him and washed my face in the sink. I pull out a clean towel and rub it against my face until it dried. I don’t know what just happened but the smell from Daddy’s tub was so awful. “What’s the inside of you Tupperware?” I asked him.
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