It was a shameless conclusion.
Maybe, it was just my mind playing with me and that my godfather is not the person we were waiting for.
"Grandpapa?" I called again to make sure. Make sure of what? If he's an ordinary godfather or if he is the ruler of this kingdom. I don't know. Would I be happy if he is what I think he is?
Grandpapa smiled.
"Sit down, Nessy. Let's eat, first."
That endearment. I sighed.
Only he calls me that.
I watched him move to his chair gracefully which was, the head of the table.
Come to think of it, He would always be sitting there when he visits and when he isn't, my father would take that place. I never noticed something wrong about it because that was how it was ever since I was a kid. So, I treated it as something normal.
Now, it's not. With all these m
