School the next day was... mind-blowing. I didn’t even know this many people knew me... or my father.
“Dawn, I am so sorry,” Rachel says, my first grade best-friend that decided I wasn’t good enough anymore.
Then Brian. “Dawn, I’m sorry for your loss.” A preacher’s kid.
Tom, superior over us all. “Dawn, I’m sorry.”
Everyone said the same thing, sorry. What are they sorry for? They didn’t kill him, and they didn’t have him abuse me or diminish my self-confidence. No, they didn’t do any of that, so why are they sorry? Maybe for every time they did something bad to me and now because my dad’s dead, they took this as an opportunity to say they’re sorry?
All I said was thanks to all of them and walked away either with or without Lauren. Some people even sat at
my table to make me feel mor
