"Okay dad. I'm ready." I answered suddenly feeling interested in what was he going to tell me.
I mean it doesn't not happen daily that your father wants to tell you some story. So propping my elbows on my knees I rested my chin on my palms and looked at him with full attention.
He picked up the water glass, his hands shaking a bit. I he was getting nervous. Okay but what is it? Is he going to give me some big news? No I should be positive. I thought.
He cleared his throat for the second time and I knew that he was too nervous about telling me anything but he wanted to. So after running a hand through his hair that were turning grey at the edges but still a more prominent brown in the middle, he looked at me with a wary expression. Okay this was freaking me out. I just gave him a reassur
