I Love Him
The sun had already risen, but to Estelle and to her father as well, it felt like they had been talking and telling stories to each other only for a couple of minutes. It was both beautiful and sad how much comfortable they felt around each other ― almost as if they weren't just strangers that had met each other a few hours ago. It wasn't only the blood in their veins, Estelle could see it. It was the fact that he was such a decent man, loving and caring, that it made her feel extremely sad that she hadn't had him in her life since the very beginning, as it was supposed to be. She had spent so much of her life trying to please a man that wasn't even her real father, and most importantly, that had never felt ― acted ― like one. When instead Carl felt like he had been there all along, when
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