It's been three days since I saw my stepmother and father. Although, I would love to say they didn't affect me so much. But that would be a f*****g lie.
I bawled my eyes out when I got home. I guess I expected too much from a father who didn't care about his daughter. I wanted him to ask me if I was fine and how I had been and how he was sorry for not checking up on me.
But, I expected too much.
I knew a part of me would break when the children asked about their grandparents because the school I enrolled them in is an elite school for kids.
A lot of children talk about their tales in their houses, including their newest toys and their family gatherings or picnics. But I know Mr Jimmy would cover up. They call him Papa because he was that old man who always spoiled them with gifts and f
