The familiar heat of the weather touched my skin when I came out of the airport. I was wearing a black crop top shirt underneath my denim jacket that was hanging loosely on my back shoulders, paired it with my ripped fitted jeans—which made me look sophisticated. I roamed my eyes around and a small smile plastered on my lips when I saw my father.
He was standing by the side of his car, waiting for my arrival. He didn't notice me yet because he was focused on typing on his phone so I started walking. My heels made a noise every time I stepped on the cement as well as the wheels of the suitcase I'm carrying, so when I was only two meters away from Daddy, he looked up at me. He quickly straightened up and greeted me with a smile.
"Welcome back," he murmured as he gave me a hug.
I let go
