Archie took me to this little drive-in that served the best milkshakes. Milkshakes, fries and donuts were shared between the two of us as he asked me about my flights.
I know he was just waiting for me to be ready to talk, helping me to settle down and get a hold of my thoughts before I laid everything out to him. He is such a caring man, and being his daughter for however short of a time it has been, is something I will always treasure.
When the milkshakes are gone, and my mind is clear, I decide I can’t prolong it any longer.
“Your son is my mate,” I confessed, staring down into the half-eaten box of donuts. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and see the disappointment on his face. My hands are clamming up, and I know he is going to be disappointed. He sees me as a daughter, an
