(Ashley’s POV)
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I saw my father for the first time since I left home five years ago. He was looking thinner and his face was as if he had not slept for many days. Was he troubled?
There was something not right at that moment. I could sense he was unwell.
After taking a few steps towards him, I was surprised to see him looking up at me with hate in his eyes.
For some reasons I could not confirm, I thought his eyes looked different.
“I’m not here to congratulate you” his words kind of hurt me a little. What was I expecting? A celebration?
The thought of seeing my father for the first time after five years was very different than reality. I was kind of hoping he would embrace me with love and affection. A peck on my cheeks would be sweet.
I was obviously wrong.
He then walked to a t
