"I'm sorry, Vernice," I sounded melancholic. When she noticed that I was hesitant "Is everything alright?" she furrowed and motioned for me to keep quiet. "Mr. Charles, I'm sorry but she's not back yet," she cleared her throat and I could sense her uneasiness for not telling the truth. "Don't worry Mr. Charles I will advise her to return your call," she added and put the phone down.
"Do you want to share something?" she sat up and walked closer to me. "I'm very much willing to listen," she caressed my arm and my eyes burned into tears. I did my best to hold it because I didn't want to be seen crying by anyone around.
She breathed out "I must say the sadness in your face is not because of your dad," she spoke softly. I did not say anything, instead, I kept silent and bowed my head. "Let's
