Charles
My father sat across me, he had come to discuss something else, or so maybe I think because I do know that for sure he didn’t come to talk to me about the fact that he had hidden something this important from me. He was actually mad enough to think that I will never find out about it. “What do you mean by you are going to renovate the pack house?” He questioned angrily, banging his walking stick on the ground.
“just because I had given you the right to build your own side of the house doesn’t mean that you still have the right to do whatever it is that you want. I still make the decisions of what happens in this house.” He added.
I folded my hand slowly. Some days, I feel like murdering the man sitting across me and today might be one of those days. “Do you want whiskey or wine?
