"What the..." My voice trailed off as my eyes ran through the text my dad just sent me.
How are you and your mom? I know that time goes by fast and it surprises me to see how independent you're growing, my baby girl, but calling to say hi or just calling to tell me what's up would be nice. I've missed you a lot.
"Like, what the actual f**k!" I literally screamed as I let out an angry and frustrated breath. He was damn right I was independent, but was he f*****g serious about me calling?
If I remember correctly, when I called him the last time, he told me he was busy! The man said he was busy when I really needed him and now he was going to make me feel like I was the one who didn't care? He was the one who didn't.
If he really did care, he'd have listened to me the first time I tried
