“Always, my love. I’m not going anywhere,” he assures.
I nod, clinging to him tightly.
I don’t want to lose myself. I don’t want to lose my sense of pride and peace of mind every time I stand before my Dad. I don’t want to lose any of it. Please, God, anyone. Please.
“Open your eyes for a second.”
I blink, fluttering wet lashes as I lift my eyes to see his fist. He opens it suddenly.
“Tada!”
A gold chain, so tiny and dainty, dangles from his fingers.
No way!
“Daddy?” I mutter, my eyes widening. “The same one?”
He nods, grinning from ear to ear.
A gasp slips out of me. I put my hands over my mouth.
Early last year, I was in Dubai with my parents, and this permanent wrist chain caught my eye in one of the stores while we were shopping. I’d bought a lot of things when I saw it, and
