AMERY
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With tears in my eyes, I arrived at the bus station and took a seat on one of the benches quietly as my mind replayed the little argumentation that I had with dad minutes ago. I can't believe that he had tried to act all innocent after making me look like a fool In the presence of everyone yesterday.
I expected him to apologize and show a little bit of remorse for his actions but instead, he tried to wave it off as though it didn't mean anything. Why would he even do that? Why couldn't he just admit that he did wrong and try to fix it? Where was it written that grown ups were past the age of tendering apologies and trying to mend a broken relationship?
Ever since I returned back home to them, he had treated me strangely. At first I never said anything about it because I thought
