AFTER FINISHING UP IN the bathroom, I tie a robe around me and go back to admire the scythe. I love it so much, it was so thoughtful of Michael to gift me this. I probably shouldn't have been nonchalant about my thanks. Next time he comes, I'll give him a sincere thanks.
I take the scythe in my hand and admire the work. It's so well detailed and smooth. While running my hand on the handle, I feel a bump. I look closer and see an inscription.
'To my little Angel, Anastasia Middleton. Use it well to the Best of your abilities'.
I feel my eyes start to water. How sweet of him. I think it's high time I stopped making things difficult for him and just accept him as my father. He's really trying his best. There aren't many fathers who would do such a thing. And there might a day he wouldn't
