Chapter 3. Dad's Gift
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3. Dad's Gift
Sabrina's point of view:
"Papa!!!!! What happened to my gift? "As my parents teased me for not buying a gift for my birthday, I sighed.
"It works for you!!! You really thought your Papa wouldn't bring you a gift, so I'm not going to show you what I got "Dad pretended to be distressed.
"Jade, stop bothering my baby and show her what we've got for her," my mother advised.
"What's the fun in that, Lyn?" he winked at his mother.
And then, in our backyard, I was blindfolded and bought. Dad handed me something that I deciphered to be a key for something without removing the fold.
When I removed the blindfold, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The beautiful black AudiR8 in front of me had always been my favourite, and I was hesitant to ask for it because I wanted to buy it with my hard-earned money.
But they heard my unspoken wishes, and here it is, standing in front of me, with 'Iris' written in bold on the number plate, that's what my parents would call me as a nickname.
"Did you like it Iris?" Dad inquired.
I couldn't hold back my joy. I lunged forward, engulfing Dad in a bear hug.
"I loved it, papa, thank you, thank you, you're the best, I love you," I said as I kissed his cheek.
"Love you too my princess" he kissed my forehead affectionately.
"Look who they're forgetting, hey I was the one who suggested he get this as a birthday gift," Mom grumbled.
"Come on, honey, no one is forgetting about you."
"But listen, you two, I would have preferred to buy this with my money because you guys have spoiled me far too much," I said.
"Oh come on, who would we spoil if not for our only daughter?" they all said at the same time.
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And seeing it every time brought back feelings I wish I could avoid, but these are also the moments I treasure the most. My parents have left me everything they own, from a large chain of restaurants that my father owned across the city to my mother's renowned art gallery.
Yes, they left me fortunes that I can save until I turn 21, which is coming up soon, but they didn't leave me with their presence, which is what I crave the most.
They did everything for me, taught me everything except how to live without them, and mom never said goodbye. How can life be so cruel to me?
Even if one of them was still alive, I could have picked myself up and given myself time to process everything, but they both left me at the same time, leaving me to my own devices.
I didn't realise how long I stood there sobbing about my life until I had to get myself together and leave for work.
I get in my car and start driving to work, wiping my tears and fixing my tear-stricken, makeup-wiped face.
After all, this is what they have wished for their entire lives: for me to be successful and happy.
And that is what I live for now: to make them proud, and no one can stop me now, and I will not stop. What could go wrong now that I have nothing to lose?
Stacey is standing at the office entrance, sorting papers in her file, as soon as I step out of the car.
When she notices me through her large glass, she closes her files and walks over to me.
"I wish I could get my hands on the beast behind you one day," she said, referring to the car, which I rarely drive to work because it attracts too much attention for a journalist. Nonetheless, after many days, I felt the need to get it out today.
"You know you can try it whenever you want, I wouldn't mind," I said.
"Thank you and no thanks, I can't ride a bike to save my life," she says, and yes, she doesn't know how to drive.
"By the way, Mr. Finn is expecting you; he said he has something important to discuss," Stacey said as I entered.
I'm curious what this grumpy old man has to say. He only uses that tone when something extremely important is at stake.
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"By the way, Mr. Finn is expecting you; he said he has something important to discuss," Stacey said as I entered.
I walk into the building and take the elevator to the 12th floor. Mr. Finn's office is in the farthest reaches of the base, just before my cabin, the last on the vast floor.
I stood in front of his door and gently knocked twice. From inside, I hear a soft 'come in.'
Mr. Finn is sitting in his chair, going through some files; he has that grumpy old demeanour that gives the impression of a strict boss, but he is far from it, at least from my perspective.
Though he treats me like a daughter, I believe he is more than what he appears to be. Never mind, it's none of my concern.
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