I pursed my lips. Now that she mentioned it, I remember my father.
"Did you perhaps see my father?" I uttered under my breath.
"Don't tell me you're still concerned about him, Emma." she warned.
"He's my father, Lulu."
"And when did he even become a father to you?"
I sighed.
"He exploited you ever since god knows when! He did nothing but to abuse you, beat you and use you in any way that he'll benefit. Yes, he's your father but Emma…" she explained frustrated.
I know. I understand her. But I hope she knows where I'm coming from.
"I know your kind and you respect your father so much. But in this life, you must choose those people who deserve your kindness and respect." she explained softly.
"I just want to know, Lulu. Maybe he's now looking for my mother. He has
