I sat outside with my dad not talking for a good 20 minutes, I knew everyone else in the house was doing something since none of them noticed me here.
"You want to tell me why you are here?" He asked with a shy smile and I sighed and looked over at him.
"Ian went through my box." I shrugged and looked around a the trees, bushes, flowers... anywhere but his face.
"Your memory box?"
"Yeah. He offered to take it to his room, I overreacted and when I was in the shower he decided to snoop... I walked out and it was still in his hands." I shrugged yet again hating how my dad was looking so amused like this was nothing.
"Why didn't you just let him take it?"
"You know why... what if it broke?" I asked finally looking over at him and he sighed and shrugged me and looked away. I rolled my eye
