Sunday was a whole different story. Dad decided to come back home late last night yesterday and he locked himself up in his study.
My dad and I didn’t really talk much and he didn’t really say much when it came to me. He always preferred to watch as mum yelled at me and called me names but I could tell he didn’t like it but couldn’t say anything. It was like mum was the head of the house and dada just didn’t care enough to say anything about how she acted.
Heck, he didn’t really say anything when Jules was not seeing eye to eye with mum. However, he did tell him to go back to school and even bought his plane ticket but not before telling him he was going to pay for his university and he didn’t have to worry.
That was one thing I liked about my dad; he didn’t speak much but his actions
