HIS PROPERTY

CHAPTER:3

“Dad, again!” Ella screamed, staring at their father with hateful eyes.

The vase the woman had taken was the only valuable thing they had left.

They always kept it for emergencies, knowing they could sell it whenever expenses became too much.

Now it was gone, and they knew they might never have enough money to get it back.

Ella turned to Dad. “Tell me what you used the money for. Please tell me it wasn’t gambling.”

“I tried to use it for a company,” he replied.about a gambling company he wants to start.”

Ella felt dizzy. “Did you just say gambling company? My goodness, Dad, you’re such a drunkard!”

She turned toward me. “I’m going to meet Sam. I’ll ask if his father can give me any job. I need to start saving for myself.”

She walked out,

I just stood there staring at daddy.

He stared at me with the same hatred I had always feared. I wanted his love, but I could not speak.

what kind of love do I expect from such a father.

He hissed and walked away. This time, I was furious too. I had loved that vase.

After Dad left, I sat quietly on the couch, confused about whether I should follow Ella to meet Sam or stay home.

I decided to stay because I knew Ella would return with something for us to eat.

I stared into space, thinking about how our happy family had changed.

Mom was the breadwinner until she died, leaving everything to Dad.

We lived in the duplex she built, but Dad slowly sold our belongings and got into debt because of his drinking and gambling.

Now he was talking about starting a gambling company, which I know he didn't say that with a clear eyes.

Hours later, close to midnight, Ella finally came home smiling, carrying several bags.

“There is good news,” she said.

“What is it?” I asked with a smile.

“Sit. Let’s talk" she said

To Be Continued