It's been rough since I saw her last week, on the day she ran after me to ask for a mere five minutes of my time. It was so hard to be heartless with her but I had to do it, I had to make a stand before she bullies me into taking the one day I have with Pao; I had to be heartless for my daughter. That's why I kept a minimal contact when it comes to her. I didn't reply her texts, just keeping it as formal as I could which is to send a few pictures and be done with it. Or to avoid saying anything to her if it's unnecessary. I punch the code of the digital lock while hearing her laughter. My heart drums to the sound that I miss so much I had to stop for a while to take a deep breath before stepping into the apartment. "Hm Papa," Pao is still in her PJs, sitting with a bowl of cereal in fr

