Lydia.
There was a popular saying of which 'what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.' And I only got to know the definition of that saying today.
I watched my father leave with the envelope I gave him, for anyone who saw me would know what I felt at that moment. Pain.
A part of me wanted a father that I could always run to, that could always have my back, but other wise was the case and I had to deal with it.
"Are you okay?" I heard Christian's voice as that took me out of my trance.
"Yes. Yes I'm fine." I smiled at him. "I'm really grateful for what you did for me today Christian." I told him truthfully. After my father came to realize there was nothing he could use against me, I handed him the envelope whereby he asked for $3000 but I gave him $5000 and I didn't care. All
