Keira's POV
I dragged the mucus drooling down my nostrils back into my head, before wiping the ones that had managed to scape through with the back of my hand. I lessened the grip and checked him out like a mother would do to her playful son that had just returned from the playground.
"How're you feeling now"
"I'm fine, my dear"
"I'm talking about your health, Daddy"
"Yeah, I know" - he chuckled.
Over the years, I've always known dad to be secretive, when it comes to the things that hurt him. No amount of pressure nor plea would make him carry me along, in his trying or dark times. He has always been there for me, but I technically don't understand the fact that he doesn't want to share his burdens with me.
Am I still young? Because that's what he would always give as an excuse anyt
