Until a few months ago, I waited for the chance to see him from afar. A part of me hoped he would look at me and realize what he was missing out on. But one Friday I didn’t see him walk into our home.
I was standing by the front door with my back to it. Still wearing my pj’s which were a loose white vest and sleep shorts with lord of the rings written on the a*s, compliments of my friend, Diane who was a kickass wedding planner and one of the few ‘Normal’ friends Papa actually liked.
My hair was piled up onto the top of my head with a paintbrush holding it up and my feet were bare and a bit dirty from lounging at the pool while I waited for my Painting to dry so I can do touch ups. It was just after 2 in the afternoon.
Papa had called me and asked if I could open the door for his ‘Gu
