Later that night I saw dad at the veranda, a wine on his hand as he look afar in our garden. He seemed to be thinking a lot.
I know something was bothering him again, I know it was because of me, and I can't help but feel guilty about it.
I hugged him from behind, causing him to look back at me. "Princess."
"Sorry daddy. Did I disappoint you again?"
He turned me over, held me on the shoulders and looked at me. "You never disappointed me my princess."
"I will not be friends with Scott anymore dad." I said. I can sacrifice all, everything, just to make my family happy.
He shook his head and kissed me on the forehead. "That's not what I want." He said.
He turned again, looked far, I leaned on the terrace too just like him. "We've been talking about this for weeks now. I said no but the
