~*~
"When did it start?" Dad asked me when we both got to the balcony.
"A few days ago, Dad," I answered nervously.
"Why, Jake?" Dad looked at me, seriousness traveled his face.
I took a breath. “I'm sorry, Dad, but I love Lukeweynn," I confessed. "I want to be with him. I'm sorry." I bowed my head in apology.
Dad put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I'm not hating you, son." Dad said and I quickly lift my head to look at him.
"You're not disappointed with me?"
"Why would I be disappointed in you? You've done so much for me, for our family. You've made me proud already, son, so there is nothing for you to be sorry for. Do the thing that makes you happy. Choose the thing that will make you happy. And I'll be happy too." Dad smiled.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course,”
I immedi
