Grace
I made the sudden decision to leave and get away from this life. I knew staying there he’d wrap me back into the vortex that I’ve mistaken with love and there’d be no escape. In order to escape, I had to call the only man who ever truly loved me and tried to be there for me in the storm I call life, my father. My father is an honest man who owns a business that resells original art to the rich and donates buckets of money to the poor, a real-life Robin Hood.
I took the first step and called him, slightly hoping he will tell me, no but I knew he would never say that. These thoughts run through my head as the phone rings impatiently, ugh pick up already.
Ring, ring… “Hello, Dad?”
“Hey, pumpkin! How’ve you been?” he says, his voice booming through the phone.
“Hey Dad, I’ve been ok
