Thalia Donovan
“Knock, knock.”
The smell of freshly-baked croissants instantly awakened me and when I turned to face my door, my dad was standing there, a small smile on his face, and holding a plate overflowing with said delicious-looking bread.
“Dad,” I greeted him with an excited smile, but my eyes couldn’t really stray away from the food.
“Good morning, you. Croissants for my little croissant.” He said with a light chuckle as he walked over to my bed.
“How are you feeling? Your mother called the doctor and he will be here later this afternoon.” He said as he put the back of his hand on my forehead to check for my temperature.
“I’m fine, dad. It was just a little fall. Plus, no hangover.” I joked.
“You really are my daughter, aren’t you?” He shot me a playful wink and I agreed
