Olivia
As I walked through the door, my mother's eyes lit up and she rushed over to embrace me in a warm hug. "You looked so stressed, my dear," she said, studying my face with concern. I gave her a small smile, grateful for her presence. Turning to face my father, I greeted him with a polite but cautious tone, "Good day, father..."
Ignoring me, he trailed his gaze from my head to toe, "Where are you coming from?" He almost latched out.
But my mom's voice was quick to cut through the tension, reprimanding my father with a sharp "Daniel!" I gently placed a hand on my mom's arm, silently urging her to calm down. Deep down, all I ever wanted was my father's love and acceptance, to be seen and cherished just like Ashley.
I can clearly see the way my mom and him glare at each othe
